No One's Secret To Keep

By darkmosmordreheart

General Summary: D/H. What they have is not a secret, but what they feel is. 7th year.

Summary of This Chapter: Honeymoon couple; Sexy Harry; Oversexed Draco; Baby names . . . aww!

Warning: slash, sex, language, all that good stuff.

Disclaimer: I do not believe that J.K. Rowling has a mind as dirty as mine and if she does, I doubt she would put anything like this into the Deathly Hallows.

Author's Note: This chapter is a lot of smut cuz I'm a very, very smutty girl and I haven't been reading any good smut lately and I need a fix, so I had to write my own. Someone write me some smut! –DMH

Chapter Ten

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Hmm?"

"Breakfast?"

"Are we having it in bed?"

"No, we'll have to go to the kitchen and make it."

A large groan of displeasure erupted from under the large pile of pillows Harry was talking to and the top of a silvery blond head peeked over the edge of the large, black comforter. "Where are the bloody house elves?"

"No house elves here, Draco."

"Well, that sucks."

Harry chuckled and pulled down the large comforter revealing a smooth, gorgeous face inch by precious inch. "Come on, let's get up."

"No," Draco said, shaking his head and sinking back under the pillow fort he had created in his sleep. Harry chased after him and soon the two were playfully wrestling. "Harry, stop it . . . Harry!"

With a final affectionate nip to a pale neck, Harry pulled himself up and climbed from the bed. He pulled on his black sleep pants as his husband watched in appreciation of his body. "Here's the plan. We'll get up--"

"Which means you'll carry me," Draco translated with a nod.

"--we'll go to the kitchen and we'll fix breakfast--"

"You mean you'll make breakfast and I'll eat."

"--and then we'll take a shower and clean these sheets--"

"You'll run me a bath and while I soak, you change the covers."

"Get up, you git!" Harry hissed, yanking every blanket from the blond's naked frame, causing Draco to squeak and jump into his arms.

"Harry, I'm naked!" he gasped as if scandalized.

The brunet's hands went around to cup each delicious cheek of Draco's behind and he gave his husband a quick peck. "I know, isn't it great? Let's go to the kitchen."

"But I'm naked! Seriously, Potter, let me get some pants," he snapped as the other man began to carry him from the room. "Put me down!"

"I've decided to carry you, just like you wanted," the green-eyed man teased, nuzzling the side of the other's temple. "If you wanted pants, you should have gotten up yourself."

The blond pouted as he was carried through the large summer home his own family owned. He was finally sat down on the icy cold marble counter of the kitchen island and he pouted some more. Harry merely kissed the pout and looked down. "Hmm, it must be cold in here."

"Shut up!" Draco snarled; covering himself from his husband's prying eyes. "Don't tease."

"I'm sorry," Harry laughed as he turned to the pantry that was filled to the brim with fresh and magically preserved food. "So, what do you want for breakfast?"

"A fruit salad."

"Isn't that what you called it last night when I--"

"Harry, stop!" the blond gasped, placing his hands over his ears as crimson colored his bare skin. "Just cut up some fruit so I can put on some pants."

"Fine, if I must," he shrugged, pulling a variety of fruit off the shelves, all save for bananas. He began to slice and dice and soon a splendid salad of fruit was set on the counter beside Draco. The Slytherin smiled and reached towards the bowl, but Harry smacked at the top of his hand and shook his head. "What kind of fruit do you want?"

The blush glided across Draco's features once more when the brunet pushed himself between his legs. "Umm . . . I wanted a bit of pineapple."

Harry smiled and reached for a slice of the juicy, golden fruit and brought it to his lips where he sucked it for a moment, a thoughtfully seductive look on his face. He leaned forward, the fruit still between his 

lips, and pressed the pineapple into the other's man's mouth. Draco moaned at the sweet, tangy taste mixed with the spicy taste of his husband and pulled back to swallow the fruit down. "Mmm."

"Yeah, mmm," Harry chuckled, carefully plucking up a strawberry and pressing it to the other's pink, kiss swollen lips. "Taste."

Draco flicked his tongue out to trace the bumpy surface of the fruit before nipping the end lightly. He watched as green eyes lit up into burning emeralds and he gasped when the fruit began to run down his body to his chest. Harry rubbed the juicy tip of the berry against the blond's puckered nipple, staining the already pink nub an even deeper color. The strawberry dropped forgotten onto the floor as the Gryffindor dipped down to feast upon pale flesh and pink nipples.

"So . . . good," he moaned as he sucked. Draco's fingers pushed into his hair as he felt the other's erection skim the skin of his chest for a moment.

"Aah . . . Harry!"

"I think it's about time for our shower," the brunet suggested as he pulled away much to the dismay to the aroused blond on the countertop. He picked his husband up before he could protest and carried him from the room.

"But I wanna take a bath."

"We're taking a shower."

"But I like baths."

"I'm sure you do, but we're taking a shower."

"But--"

"We're taking a shower!"

"Fine!" Draco snapped as they reached the bathroom, his mouth a pretty pout that Harry just had to kiss. They kissed their way into the shower and the blond blindly reached to cut on the shower and, thus, doused his husband in icy cold water. Harry yelped comically and dropped the blond, who managed to catch himself before any major damage could occur. "Harry!"

"I'm sorry!" Harry gasped, falling to his knees and pressing his face against Draco's flat, pale abdomen as freezing water beat down on his naked back. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, Potter," Draco sighed. "Get up and take off your pants. We need to get clean."

"Stop poking it."

"Shut up . . . half of it is mine."

"So?"

"Shut up and let me touch it," Harry whined, earning a grimace from Draco and a slap on the hand. "Lemme touch it!"

"Fine," Draco snapped, lifting up his sleep shirt to reveal his flat stomach. "Touch away." He gasped at the sudden feeling of warming inside of him when a large golden hand spanned his pale skin. "Wow."

"I know . . . It warms up for you every time I touch it?" Harry asked softly, his eyes wide as he absorbed the feeling of his child.

"Yeah," the blond replied just as softly, his voice a bit shaky.

"Boy or girl?"

"What?"

"Do you think the baby's a boy or a girl?" the brunet asked again, taking his hand away shyly. Draco hesitated for a bit as he stroked up and down his stomach.

"It's a boy."

"How do you know?"

"I can feel it," the Gryffindor was told.

"Mother's intuition?"

"No, I can just . . . I dunno. I just know this child is a boy. I think I want to name him Evan." Emerald eyes looked up at him for a minute . . . and then even longer so that he was blushing. "What?"

"Kiss me, Draco," Harry ordered, pulling himself up so that he leaned over the other man. The blond looked up at him and his eyes filled with tears.

"Alright."

Draco arched up helplessly into his husband, his hands gripping at any tanned flesh he could reach. His short nails dug as deep as they could into his lover's back so that a trail of what appeared to be tiny crescent moons ranged over the dark haired man's back. The blond hissed as he felt a hot tongue run across his collarbone and his long, lean legs lifted and parted automatically so that his Harry could nestle between them. He groaned out loud as their arousals brushed and burned against one another. His moans were caught in Harry's mouth as the brunet kissed him; nipping and licking his lips until they were plump and red. Soon, Draco's moans were so loud that he could barely hear the words flowing from his husbands lips. "Harry . . . Oh, Harry . . . What?"

"I said . . ." The deep voice trailed off as another moan erupted from the paler man's body. Harry was tracing his hands up and down his sensitive sides, his thumbs stroking over pert pink nipples, his tongue painting a picture in the center of his heaving chest.

"What, Harry?" he gasped out after missing the statement for a second time.

Harry chuckled low in his throat, a sound that only caused the blond's erection to stiffen and leak more. "Baby, listen to me when I'm talking to you." The Chosen One cupped his lover's face in his large, rough hands and blessed the pale, unblemished skin with tiny little kisses. "I want you, Draco. I want you so much . . ."

"Harry, what did you say?" Draco breathed out, missing out again at brunet's soft spoken words because his heartbeat was so loud. "I'm sorry."

"Aww, baby."

Harry took his blond's swollen lips again and wrapped his hands around each small, pale hip and lifted, causing yet another gasp their groins collided once more. "I said I want you to tie me up again. Dominate me, baby."

Silver eyes widen briefly in surprise, an expression that was soon replaced by genuine egotistical smugness. "I thought you said you never wanted me to do that again."

"Shut up," Harry laughed, dipping his head down to nip his husband's ear. He was rewarded with another lust filled gasp. "It's just that I've been making love to you all week and I think it's about time that you start giving what you're getting. And the only way you seem capable of doing that is with rope."

"Harry!" the blond gasped, slapping a hand none too gently on his lover's hard chest. "Shut up, Potter! If I wanted to make love to you, I wouldn't have to tie you down."

"Yes, you would." Harry gave a smirk that could rival his lover's own. "Otherwise, I dominate the entire situation. I own your tight little ass."

"And I own your big fat dick. Sit up, Potter, you bastard." The blond pushed up at the green-eyed man harshly, causing him to topple over onto his back. Harry winced; for some strange reason, he had forgotten Draco was so strong. Maybe it was all that submissiveness he was so good at feigning. Draco leaned back against the large canopy bed's many, many pillows imperiously and ordered Harry onto his knees. The Gryffindor complied and blushed under the immediate scrutiny his strong, blond husband gave his naked form. He could feel the cool silver gaze burning up his body; his strong thighs, his hardness, his chest, back to his hardness again, his lips, his hardness . . .

"Put your hands above your head, crossed at the wrist," the aristocrat ordered easily as he lay back on the pillows. Harry thought he looked like a white tiger; resting, yet in charge of the entire situation with his catlike grace. He made a quizzical face at the order, but complied, delighting when a smile graced his beautiful husband's face. Draco sat up and reached over to the nightstand where each his and Harry's 

wand rested. He lifted his wand, the thin length of hawthorn shining and polished in the low candlelight of the room. He lifted it slowly, pointed it to Harry's crossed wrists and silently shot a thin rope from the tip of it.

The rope was softer than last time as it wrapped around a beam of the bed used to hold up drapery and Harry's wrists. It felt like silk against the Gryffindor's skin and he actually moaned at the contact of it.

"I wasn't expecting to be tied up like this," he chuckled in the deep voice he knew his husband liked so much. Draco shuddered and set his wand on his naked lap, right beside his raging red erection.

"I know, Harry. That's why I did it, of course." He smirked, showing the brunet the correct manner in which to do so and lifted himself onto his knees. He leaned forward a bit and ghosted his lips against the other man's. "I will show you what it means to be owned, Harry. Now tell me what exactly you want me to do to you."

"I tell you what I want to do to you all the time. How is this any different?" Harry questioned.

Draco chuckled deviously and ran his slender hands up and down a strong tan chest. "Just tell me, baby."

"I want to watch you, like last time you had me all tied up. I want to watch you prepare yourself for me and not stop until you come hard. I want you to suck me. I want to come in your mouth and watch it dribble out the corners of it before you swallow. I want to fuck you hard. I want to see myself ramming in and out of that tight little ass until I can't stand anymore. I want you to hold yourself apart for me so I can see that tiny pink hole as I make you come, screaming my name."

Silver eyes lit up as if someone had shined a light behind them. "You sound as if you've thought of all of this for a while. Is this what you want?"

"Yes. I want that so badly."

"You want to see me touch myself, Harry?"

"I do."

"Are you going to beg me for it?" the blonde asked as his slender hand trailed down his own chest, over his still flat stomach to play with the pale hair at the root of his hardness. A green gaze followed the hand until another pale hand lifted Harry's chin. "Look up here, baby. Are you going to beg me for it?"

"Yes."

"Well then, beg, baby."

Harry looked straight into his sadistic husband's eyes and wondered why the hell he had put himself into this predicament. Draco was obviously fisting himself, his lips parted as short breaths escaped them, his long pale body swaying back and forth slightly with every up and down motion, and his silver beauties were shining with pure undeniable lust. And the little fucker wouldn't let him look down.

"Please, Draco. I want to see it."

"Hmm?" Pale eyes closed as a moan of pleasure erupted, but still Harry didn't look down.

"Please, Draco. Please let me watch you. Let me watch you come."

Harry loathed the desperation in his voice, but was pleased at the results. Draco smiled prettily, bright and white and lighting up his beautiful face. He fell back again, against the pillows so that Harry had to look down at him again. "Are you comfortable, Harry?"

"Yes, I guess so," he said, tugging gently at the bonds above his head. "Why?"

"Oh, no reason. It's just that I plan on dragging out this orgasm for a l-o-o-o-ng time. Are you alright with that?"

"No." Draco's smile only widened.

The Slytherin adjusted himself until his was fairly comfortable on his back and lifted his soft foot up to be set over Harry's erratic heartbeat. It accidently brushed the man's sensitive tan nipple and Harry let out a loud moan. He blushed slightly as the emerald eyes traveled to the place his current position showcased, but he merely lifted his chin and continued the torture his husband was so admirably taking. He set his wand on his stomach, rubbing the soft skin of it affectionately a moment before trailing his hand back to his erection.

"Do you want to watch me finger myself, Harry?"

"Yes," the brunet hissed out, as the foot rubbed against him again. "Please, baby. Do it. Let me watch, please."

The blonde smiled and lifted his wand in his left hand and his right hand rose simultaneously. He flicked the sliver of wood briefly and watched in interest as the fingers of his right hand were coated in shining clear liquid. He didn't look up, but smiled when he heard the other man's breathing hitch. He set down his wand, slowly and carefully to draw out the moment, intent on making his husband wait for it. Then he leaned back, his right leg still on Harry's chest and set his left foot flat on the bed, his knee bent. He closed his eyes and pressed in the first finger, relishing in the fact that his groan of pleasure was accompanied by Harry's.

He hissed at the feeling of being inside himself, used to the physical aspect of it having been prepared by Harry the entire week prior, but reveling in the fact that he was doing it to himself. Pleasuring himself. For Harry.

He opened his eyes and immediately caught the other man's wild jeweled gaze. "Add another finger, please."

He smiled at his husband's request and pushed in another finger, pumping it gently up to the knuckle, then out again, only to pump it in deeper."Oh God, Harry . . ."

He added another finger and pushed back against it, his hips lifting up from the bed and thrusting back down over and over for his pleasure and Harry's. He looked towards his husband's straining erection and smiled widely at the sight of it; large and proud and dripping with want. Harry must have noticed his gaze because the great beast suddenly quivered.

He added another finger on behalf of his beautiful lover.

He pumped them and curled his index and middle finger for himself.

"OH GOD, HARRY!" He curled the fingers of his left hand around his member and began to pump violently, only focused on coming now. He bit his lip harshly, holding back a particularly large moan and he heard the faint call of the brunet's deep voice.

"Draco. Draco. Draco."

He opened his eyes to look up at the other man and gasped at the sight. The area around Harry's face and upper chest were bright red, sweat was dripping down the middle of his chest; his erection seemed impossibly harder than it had been moments before, large veins prominent and bulging on the dark skin of it. "Draco!"

"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to come for you," he moaned, moving both hands faster and faster. "I love it when you finger me, Harry. I love it that you want me so much. I love . . . Oh God, baby. Please, baby. Fuck, baby. Shit . . . Awwwww fuuuuuck!"

He was floating.

He was on fire and floating over ice.

Flames and icicles seemed to be licking all over his body; hot chills erupted from the fingers inside him to the fingers outside of him. He exploded, melting and freezing all at once. He body shot up from the bed, tightened around his fingers, released on his stomach for what seemed to be millions of millennia, over and over until his hot body cooled down and collapsed back onto the sheets. "Holy fucking cock-fuck-shit."

"Our child is going to have the dirtiest mouth in existence," Harry's voice chuckled above him. He groaned, but didn't open his eyes. Merely laid in the aftermath of himself and smiled dazedly.

"I still have to suck your dick, don't I?"

"That would be nice."

He opened one pale mercury eye and took in the sight of his husband. It looked as if he had been tugging on his bonds, his face was redder than before, his erection redder than even that, and he seemed as if he had no idea how to breathe. "I guess I can give you a little suck."

"Thank you, baby," Harry gasped out, actually whimpering as Draco dragged himself up to kiss him. "Don't brush up against me like that. I want to come in your mouth, baby. Please."

"Alright," he whispered softly, kissing down the other man's sweat streaked body until he reached a pasture of dark, dark hair. He nuzzled it and nipped gently, taking deep breaths within it to memorize the musky smell. He felt the hot jolt of Harry's erection as it brushed against the rim of his ear and realized how much his husband needed him from the loud moan the brunet gave. "Look at me, Harry."

"I am, baby."

He turned his head sideways so glazed green eyes could see and swallowed as much of his husband as he could. Harry went deep in his throat, in and out of his mouth, sliding over his tongue, running against the top of his mouth. He moaned in pleasure at the feel of Harry hard and wet in his mouth. He began to harden once again and used one of the hands that had previously been holding the Gryffindor's hips still to surround and stroke himself into full arousal.

Harry was moaning--more like hoarsely screaming--above him and he swallowed and swallowed and swallowed until he was swallowing the white hot fluid of his Gryffindor's satisfaction.

"Come up here and let me taste it with you." Draco lifted immediately at the order and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist a moment before pushing their mouths together. The kiss was wet and sticky as Harry's essence dripped and dribbled out between the two pairs of desperate lips. It seemed that since Harry lacked the use of his arms, he put something extra into the kiss, making sure that his tongue licked and traced over each and every corner of the blonde's mouth. By now, after the torture he had received by Harry's tongue, Draco was rock hard again and he pushed himself forward into his husband's hardening groin.

"Oh God, you're hard again."

"I need to be in order to fuck you stupid, baby."

"Aw fuck, don't talk to me like that. It hurts so much to be this hard."

"You're not even the one tied up," the emerald-eyed man said against red lips that seemed intent to suck and bite at his own. "How about you turn around and bend over for me?"

"Alright, but you have to beg me, remember?" Draco said, nuzzling his nose against Harry's sweaty sideburns as his hands traced up and down Harry's heaving chest. His tongue flicked out to taste a few salty drops and the brunet's eyes crossed as he moaned.

"Please, Draco. I need to be inside of you . . . Please, God . . . Jesus . . . Draco, please stop doing that with your tongue!"

The Slytherin pouted and removed his tongue from his lover's ear reluctantly. "Fine . . . Do you want me like this?"

Harry looked at Draco's new pose; the long, porcelain white back that led to the perfect behind that pressed back against him. Draco was smiling tauntingly back at him over his shoulder, but the smile soon slid off his face when Harry thrust himself forward. "Oh shit! Harry! Inside! Now!!"

"Hold yourself open for me, baby. I can't use my hands. I don't want to hurt you."

Harry watched with avid fascination as his lover pulled various pillows in front of himself and buried his face into the large pile he had made. His pale hands flew back quickly to cup the cheeks of his pale behind and he pulled them apart causing Harry's heart to jolt at the sight of the tiny pink hole. "Mfmmhmfmmhfmmf."

"What?"

A blonde head lifted up from the stack of pillows. "I said that I'm ready for you."

"Oh."

Harry thrust forward into his tight little lover, moaning so hard that the back of his throat hurt. His hips pistoned forward and he looked straight down at himself ravishing his husband's body. In and out. In and out. Out and in, until everything became too blurred to comprehend. Draco was before him, biting and screaming out his pleasure into countless pillows as he held himself open for Harry to see. Finally, his shaking hands fell soundlessly to the bed and his back arched, his head lifted from the pillows and his ear-splitting scream pierced through the room as he shot his load over a majority of the sheets. He growled and fell back into Harry, tightening himself around the man until all either of them could feel was heavenly pleasure.

Harry felt as if he was dying. As if he was being born and killed and reborn again. His hips were pushed back by Draco's enthusiastic movements, but soon they shot forward as he began to come inside his lover. He was coming so amazingly hard, the pleasure releasing from his body into Draco's, then sizzling back into him. Oh God, did it feel good to die this way!

Draco collapsed onto the bed as soon as he felt his husband's orgasm end and he curled into a tight ball.

"Draco?"

"Shut up, Harry. I'm reveling in aftershock. That was earth-shattering."

"Draco?"

"Shut up, Potter, and let me enjoy what you did to me," Draco snapped, rubbing his face into a pillow.

"Okay," Harry said. Everything was quiet for moment and then, "Draco?"

"What?" he snarled softly; not even bothering to open his eyes. Why didn't Harry just shut up and revel?

"Can you untie me, please?"

"Oh shit, Harry!" Draco started, jumping up and snatching his wand from the sheets. He waved it and Harry's tired arms fell down to his sides listlessly. Harry smiled at him and collapsed onto the bed. He flipped over and motioned for Draco to lie across him. The blonde straddled the other man and laid his head against the strong sweat dampened chest. "I'm sorry."

"S'alright," Harry sighed, as he wrapped his arms loosely around the blonde. Draco nuzzled his chest and inhaled deeply, taking in the after-sex smell.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"Did I make love to you the right way this time?"

Harry forced open sleepy emerald eyes and stared into eyes he would bet his life on matched the color of angel's wings. "Everything you do to me is done in exactly in the most perfect way, baby."

Draco smiled into Harry's neck. The brunet kissed a blonde head and he closed his eyes.

"Let's go to sleep."

Author's Note: YAY, SMUT!! -DMH