Warning: Sex for suuuuure in the scene
Two days after arriving at Grimmwauld place, and just two days before Christmas, Draco's heat arrived in full force.
Things had been tense since the day in the kitchen. Harry seemed to be actively avoiding Draco, and didn't come home last night until well after midnight, smelling like booze and sweat from others.
Draco had just glared at him and locked himself in one of the guest bedrooms before the man could even speak to him. How dare he whore himself around days before they were bonded. Draco knew he was being stupid, jealous even. Why was he so mad? The man wasn't his. He could do what he wanted, but the thought of Harry touching someone else made his stomach churn and his omega weak. He should be enough to keep the man satisfied.
Now, with his heat in motion, Draco could smell the Alpha down the hall and all he wanted was to crawl into bed with him, breathe in his musky earthy scent and drown in it. Draco closed his eyes trying to remember where all his things were. Harrys room. Fuck his life.
Pushing himself up and out of bed, he pulled on his too hot, too itchy clothes and padded over to Harrys room quietly. He pushed the ajar door open farther and saw that Harry was passed out still clothed on his bed. The room stunk like stale beer.
Draco moved as softly as he could across the room and pulled open the bottom drawer Harry had emptied for him. Draco was trying hard to breathe only through his mouth, even asleep Harrys scent was pulling him in, reacting to his heat.
Quickly he emptied the drawer, shutting it a bit too loud, sweat dripping off him. He had to get out of here. Before,
"Draco?"
Harry woke up. Cursing his rotten luck once more he stood up like a deer in headlights. Maybe if he didn't respond he would just pass back out.
"Is something wrong?" Harry rustled in the bed and Draco watched him sit up trying to get ahold of his surroundings. He watched the man rub his temples before getting up to get what he was assuming was a hangover potion. The Alpha walked past Draco and stopped dead, nostrils flaring. "You're in heat."
Draco let out an involuntary whimper when he saw the way Harry was looking at him. "I... I'm just going to take my stuff... to my room. I'll stay out of you're way." Draco backed towards the door, confusion coming across the dark hair mans face.
"You... you want to be alone during... I thought... changed your mind have you?" Harry now asked arms coming across his chest. His Alpha didn't like that one bit.
The omega whimpered again, his instincts begging him to run to him, and let him make this go away. To make this better for him. Harry knew how to make his body feel good. He would make the fever go away. "After last night, I just think, that it's better for you, and me." Draco took a step back when Harrys brow furrowed like trying to put a puzzle together.
"last night? What do you mean? Because I was out at the bar having a few pints with Ron? Who by the way says I'm a fucking idiot. That you are a big boy and if you are upset you will make sure I know it. To stop beating myself up for something I couldn't control. That this is new for both of us and we're probably going to muck it up a few times." Harry was sort of rambling at this point. Draco's body was becoming desperate for relief. He could feel his slick starting to dampen his pj pants and make his thighs sticky.
"Ron? You weren't... out... fucking someone else last night?" Draco asked as Harry moved too quickly for someone with a hangover, backing Draco into the door it shutting behind him. His eyes were wide in surprise.
"What?! Are you out of your mind. Of course I wasn't fucking anyone else. I probably smell like a whore house because the leaky was packed last night. Standing room only so everyone kept brushing against me. I was drinking myself stupid because I felt like such a monster for the other day." Harry was searching grey eyes. "I don't want to fuck anyone but you. I want you Draco. My alpha craves you, I crave you. The only person I want to see beneath me, whimpering my name is you Draco. No one else can even compare to you."
Draco felt his chest swell. Harry wanted him. Only him. He was making Harry feel good. Sure, things weren't perfect. But they could figure this out.
"Then make this go away please." Draco whispered as Harrys lips came closer to his. "Please, take care of me. Prove to me that I'm the only one in your bed." Draco pushed his body up against the Alphas sighing in relief, his skin cooling in the areas that touched Harrys.
Harry didn't have to be told again, with one arm, he scooped the smaller man up and with in a few steps he had him tossed into the middle of the bed. "You stay right there. Give me one minute. I need to kill this migraine and then I'm all yours Draco. How ever you want me."
Harry stepped back from his bed and hurried to the bathroom. He opened the cabinet and uncorked the vial labeled HP. It didn't taste very good but it got the job done. He couldn't believe Draco thought he was out seeing others. Is that the impression he gave off... suddenly Harry felt like an idiot. Draco had over heard the argument with Hermione. Of course he did. He had just been saying whatever he had to, he needed Hermione off his back.
He was content with Draco. Their dating life was crazy and messy but Harry wasn't unhappy by any means. Draco made him feel more like himself than he had in a long time. Draco bickered with him, pointed out his mistakes, kept him grounded really. It was why Harry felt like such a monster about the kitchen incident. He didn't want to force Draco into doing things like that. Ron had tried to explain that if Harry got worked up, and then went to Draco immediately after, his alpha would use the omega to calm down. That was the point of having them. It was instinct.
Harry had embarrassingly gave Ron a bare basic run down of what happened and Ron just laughed at him. He told him that Draco wanted it as much as Harry did. If he didn't, Harry would have hurt Draco. Left bruises, made him bleed. He assured him that if he had taking away Draco's consent, Draco would have been the first to call him out on it. It didn't mean Draco was happy to be roughed up all the time, but he was sure he knew that it came with the territory of being with an Alpha.
Harry made his way back into his bedroom, having freshened up quickly so he didn't smell like others. He wanted to make his omega happy.
Harrys breath hitched at the sight. Draco was naked, eyes closed, hair falling in front of his face, breathlessly stroking himself waiting for Harry to return. He could smell the omegas sweet scent filling the room.
He stripped out of his own clothes, his own cock hardening quickly. How could Harry look at the beautiful man in his bed and ever want to be with someone else? Hermione would never understand it. Harry was starting to like the man more than he ever thought he could.
He moved onto the bed, the dip in the mattress making Draco's eyes shoot open. He was full of need. "Harry please. Make me yours. I want to be only yours."
Harry groaned as his own cock bounced against his belly, crawling up over the man. "Tell me what you need Draco. How do you want me to make you mine. Say it and I will give it to you."
Draco reached for the man pulling their bodies together. He arched up so their erections could find relief against each other.
"Mark me Harry. Make me yours. I want you to be buried inside me, knotted to me, and to claim me as your mate." Hearing the words coming from that perfect mouth set Harrys whole body on fire.
Harry crashed his lips against Draco's, swallowing every moan and whimper. He let his tongue battle with his until he quickly over powered him and plundered the other man's mouth. Once Draco was breathless, he moved the kisses down his jaw, onto his neck sucking a hickey onto his pulse point above his scent gland. Draco was arching off the bed begging for more.
Harry nudged apart his legs and ran a finger down the cleft of Draco's perfect ass. He stopped when he found Draco's entrance, already dripping in slick.
The alpha in him was getting impatient. He wanted to take what was rightfully his. But Harry had to make sure this would feel good for Draco too. He sucked hard on a nipple as he let a finger push through the tight ring up to his second knuckle. Moving it in and out slowly he listened to the man below him begging for more.
One Draco was thrusting against his hand, he used a second to start scissoring him. He knew Draco would be able to take him without an issue, the toys they played with prepared him for that. It was his knot he was concerned about.
While Harry was no blushing virgin, and had his fair share of excitement in the bedroom, he had never let anyone take his knot though. No matter how much they begged or swore they could take it. That right, was reserved for one person, his mate.
At a third finger, he curled them and found the bundle of nerves that had Draco babbling. Harry was sucking a large hickey onto Draco's stomach above his belly button when he found it.
"Fuck Harry please, Please. I'm ready. I need you." Draco's fingers were digging into Harrys shoulders.
"I know you want to look at me when we do this Draco, but it will be better for you if you are on your knees. I promise we will do this again, because I want to see you face with every thrust. I want this to feel good for you, and I know that being able to end up on our sides will be better."
Harry wasn't even sure Draco was coherent enough to really understand. The man moaned at the loss of Harrys fingers as Harry held Draco's hips and helped him roll onto his stomach. He pulled him up onto his knees, Draco's head falling against the bed, heavy puffs of air causing Draco's hair to flutter from in front of his face.
Harry fisted his heavy erection, it turning almost purple from need. He rubbed it up and down Draco's crack, gathering enough slick to make entry easier. Harry bent for just a moment, letting his tongue probe the loosened entrance, it not even fighting the intrusion.
He pulled back and lined himself up nudging the ring with his spongy head. "Just relax the best you can Draco. I'm going to make this good for you. I'm going to take care of you. " Harry's voice was hoarse with need. He was trying hard to not lose control and fuck the smaller man into the mattress with little care. He wanted Draco to come. He want this to be a good first experience for him.
Once the ring opened, and swallowed the first inch of him, Harry paused making sure that Draco was adjusting. He could see Draco's back rising and falling with the heavy breaths he was taking, his entrance twitching at the new feeling.
"More." Draco demanded wiggling his ass a bit. "Please Harry."
Harry slowly pushed himself inside until he bottomed out, Draco's cheeks resting against him. He pulled them a part gently taking a moment to appreciate how hot it was, seeing himself buried inside the omega. His alpha was pleased.
Harry pulled out half way and pushed back listening to cues from Draco. Making sure he wasn't hurting the man. Once he started pushing back, Harry pulled all the way out and slammed home. He let a moan escape his own lips for the first time. "Fuck Draco, you are so bloody tight. So perfect. Such a good omega making me feel so good."
He stroked a hand down Draco's back, as he pulled all the way out, before gripping his hips shifting a bit, then driving back home. Harry knew he found that same bundle of nerves when Draco let out a string of yes and profanities.
"Yes Harry. Fuck, fuck right there. Oh fuck, fuck you are going to make me come Harry. Please don't stop. Please. "
Harry wrapped his arms the smaller man and pulled him against him so they were sitting up right, Harry still pounding into the man with abandon. Draco must have knew what came next because instantly he offered his neck to the man, he head laying back onto Harry's shoulder.
"I'm yours Harry. Always yours. Take me." He moaned. He felt Harrys mouth descend onto him, teeth grazing his gland. Harrys strong hand came around and pumped at Draco's leaking erection. He only needed three pumps before the man was arching and spilling all over his hand. Harry took that moment to sink his teeth into the delicate skin, blood rushing into his mouth as he sucked, making sure there would be no doubt that Draco belonged to him.
Harry was quick to lick the new mark clean, his alpha practically glowing with admiration. His mate. His omega. Officially all his. Two more thrusts into the pliant body in his arms, and the tightening channel and Harry felt the base of his erection swell until it got caught at the entrance and he couldn't move, he was suddenly spilling into Draco's willing body, filling his insides.
Sweating and panting, Harry shifted them carefully so they were laying on their sides, Harry holding Draco to his body.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked after a few minutes of them laying there quietly, just their pants echoing in the room. He was worried maybe he had over did it.
Draco ran a hand down Harrys arm until his hand reached the tanned calloused one, and laced their fingers together.
"I'm sore, my ass is on fire, my neck is throbbing and I smell like I wrestled a hippogriff." Draco then squeezed his hand. "But I have never felt better in my whole life." He whispered.
That must have been enough for Harry's worry. He then started humming that song he always hummed, to help put Draco to sleep.
Draco did just that, fell asleep in his arms no worries, sweaty, content and connected to his new mate.
