Disclaimer: I still don't own any of these characters or places. The idea
of binding in the magical world is, however, mine. My Own. My Precious.
Warning: Naughty words and male sex. If u don't like it, or are not old enough to read it, don't.
Chapter 3.
"Harry! Yes. there. no don't stop!" Draco's hips thrust up to meet Harry's, his back arching in pleasure as Harry relentlessly thrust into him. Harry grunted, acknowledging Draco's demand, but could not say more from the pure effort he was exerting. Draco's eyes were half closed, a smile played on his open lips. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he looked down at the man he was making love to. Perfect. He must have said that about Draco at least 100 times a day, but there was no other word to describe him. Harry reached down with the hand that wasn't supporting him and slowly grasped Draco's arousal. Draco shouted Harry's name, and he began to buck into Harry's hand as Harry started to stroke him while continuing his thrusts. Both men were so close. Draco was writhing around, changing from trying to get Harry to apply more pressure with his hand, to bucking with his hips and simply lying there, enjoying all the sensations. Suddenly Harry tensed, and grabbing Draco's face and kissing him passionately, he came, filling Draco with his release. Draco came at the same time in between them, and lay back, relaxed and panting. Harry collapsed on top of Draco, trying to control his breathing and his emotions. Draco gently kissed his face,
"Thankyou," he whispered to Harry, "For making me so happy. In more ways than one."
Harry opened his eyes, and having got his breathing under control, looked down at Draco grinning wickedly.
"You think I'm finished? You need to be cleaned up." Harry was surprised at his boldness. Of course he and Draco made love regularly, and there was virtually nothing they hadn't done, but it was normally Draco who took the lead while he surrendered. Pushing that thought to the back of his mind, he made his way down to Draco's stomach and began to lick him clean. As Harry licked Draco's taught stomach and thighs he could feel himself returning. How, he wondered, I didn't think it was possible so quick. Judging from the hardening lump he could feel against his chest he guessed Draco was feeling it too. Harry smiled at Draco and played with his nipples for a few seconds before pulling Draco up onto his side and completely turning around so his head was level with Draco's now rock - hard arousal, his own arousal level with Draco's head. Harry wasted no time getting started, teasing Draco's slit with his tongue, taking him all the way into his mouth and then releasing him. Harry felt Draco gasp and pause before beginning to pay similar respects to him. Soon both men were screaming with pleasure and they came, filling each other.
'Once last night and twice this morning,' thought Draco has he crawled down to where Harry was now half asleep, 'maybe I should have tried to bring this binding subject up a little earlier!'
He wrapped his arms around the sleeping God next to him. Harry was truly a god, with his dark tanned skin as a result of years of quidditch practise in the sun, and his hair that was no longer uncontrollably messy, but as Harry grew had calmed itself down into dark curls, that hung loosely around his face and down to the nape of his neck. Draco smiled as his eyes ran down a muscled arm and saw the gold bracelet glinting on his wrist. He snuggled into Harry and was drifting back off to sleep. Thank God it was a Saturday, Harry had no classes and Draco always took the weekends off from the ministry. They could spend all day in bed together if they wanted.
"Shit!" Harry bolted upright. "We're supposed to meet Ron and Hermione for lunch at 12!" Looking at his watch Draco saw that it was now 11.30. The two men scrambled out of bed. Harry bent over to grab some decent muggle clothes, and Draco stopped for a second and stared at him.
"Come here," Draco growled.
"What?" Asked Harry.
"You. have something. there. just .on your chest." Draco said, pointing at an imaginary spot in the middle of Harry's chest.
"Where?" Asked Harry, running his hands over his chest as he came closer to Draco.
"Just. there. here." Said Draco, as he gripped Harry around his waist and started to kiss his chest. Draco licked at Harry's hard nipples and he could feel Harry's heart beating faster. Harry's knees went wobbly, and gripped Draco's back as his head fell back.
"Shit, Draco. no. ahhhhhh. stop. mmm. yes, there. no, stop!" Harry suddenly knew where this was going to lead. "Draco, we were late last time because of you. I promised Ron we'd be on time."
"Humph," Grumbled Draco, pulling away. "You never let me have any fun."
Harry just gave him a look as he walked towards the bathroom, picking his clothes up on the way.
"I'll be quick, you can have a shower after me. AFTER me." He added, as he saw the mischievous glint in Draco's eyes.
Twenty minutes later, with both men dressed in muggle clothes, Harry and Draco set off for Hogsmeade, where they could apparate to Diagon Alley. From Diagon Alley they were going to muggle London, meeting Ron, Hermione and their partners for lunch at a café. Ron was married to a muggle woman named Celeste, whom he had met visiting his brother in France. Ron had told Celeste he was a wizard early on in their relationship, and she was mostly fine with it, but she was the reason they all met in London. She said she still felt nervous in all - wizarding places, as if everyone was staring at her because she was a muggle. Ron, Harry and Draco always denied that, saying no one could tell, but eventually they just gave up. Ron was now the head of Gringotts bank, and lived in a mansion just out of London, with holiday homes around Europe. Harry still remembered the days when Ron's family used to be the poorest at Hogwarts, and lived at the ramshackle old Burrow. Now Ron regularly topped the Daily Prophet's Top-10 Richest Wizards annual list.
Hermione was head of the Auror department at the Ministry, and Draco regularly said she was the most valuable employee he had. Hermione was engaged to Charlie Weasley, who was still working with dragons. Hermione was also 4 months pregnant, and according to Harry and Draco, had never looked so good.
As Harry neared the café, he could see his friends sitting there, talking and laughing.
"I'm the luckiest man in the world," He said, turning to Draco. "I'm going to be bound to the most gorgeous man in the world, I have fantastic friends who are like family to me, I don't think I can take any more of this good luck!"
"I know what you mean. We are so lucky." Said Draco, stepping closer to kiss Harry softly.
This kiss deepened as both men forgot where they were and wrapped their arms around each other.
"Hey, you two!" A voice shouted. Harry and Draco broke apart. "Can't u keep your hands off each other for two minutes, even while you're out in public?" Ron was grinning as he waved them over to the table.
Harry and Draco blushed and grinned as they sat down next to each other. Draco grabbed Harry's hand.
"What do you expect with the two most powerful wizards in the world?" He grinned, his eyes twinkling as he knew what was coming next.
"Honestly!" "God, Malfoy, you're still so conceited!" "What a wanker." The table erupted with laughter and exclamation. Harry's friends had accepted Draco as one of them, now that they could see how in love Harry was. Although Ron had threatened at the beginning of their relationship to break Draco's nose if he ever hurt Harry, they were as close now as Harry and Ron.
Harry sat back and listened as talk built around him. Hermione and Celeste were teasing Draco about the tiny silver bolt in his eyebrow, saying it was hardly fitting for the Minister of Magic to be so cool. Charlie and Ron were discussing their family's upcoming reunion, which Harry was invited to as an honorary member of the family. The waitress came and took their orders, and during a lull in the conversation, Harry decided to make his and Draco's announcement.
"Guys, you are the best friends I, we," he said, glancing at Draco, "Could ever have. Which is why Draco and I wanted to tell you four first."
Everyone stopped and looked curiously at Harry. Draco leaned back smiling, knowing what was coming.
"Yesterday, Dumbledore gave us his blessing, and Draco and I have decided toe bound to each other. We ask for your blessing too."
Harry looked around, expecting to see his friends with happy expressions on their faces. What he wasn't prepared for were looks of shock.
A/N: Sorry this took so long everyone! I've had to work the last couple of days so please forgive me. Thankyou to everyone for their reviews, they mean so much to me. It's also really hard for a straight chick to write gay sex scenes, so if anyone has any. ideas or um, experiences for me they would be greatly appreciated. Just tell me whether you mind me using your stuff or not in my story. Thank you thank you thank you for all your support!
Warning: Naughty words and male sex. If u don't like it, or are not old enough to read it, don't.
Chapter 3.
"Harry! Yes. there. no don't stop!" Draco's hips thrust up to meet Harry's, his back arching in pleasure as Harry relentlessly thrust into him. Harry grunted, acknowledging Draco's demand, but could not say more from the pure effort he was exerting. Draco's eyes were half closed, a smile played on his open lips. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he looked down at the man he was making love to. Perfect. He must have said that about Draco at least 100 times a day, but there was no other word to describe him. Harry reached down with the hand that wasn't supporting him and slowly grasped Draco's arousal. Draco shouted Harry's name, and he began to buck into Harry's hand as Harry started to stroke him while continuing his thrusts. Both men were so close. Draco was writhing around, changing from trying to get Harry to apply more pressure with his hand, to bucking with his hips and simply lying there, enjoying all the sensations. Suddenly Harry tensed, and grabbing Draco's face and kissing him passionately, he came, filling Draco with his release. Draco came at the same time in between them, and lay back, relaxed and panting. Harry collapsed on top of Draco, trying to control his breathing and his emotions. Draco gently kissed his face,
"Thankyou," he whispered to Harry, "For making me so happy. In more ways than one."
Harry opened his eyes, and having got his breathing under control, looked down at Draco grinning wickedly.
"You think I'm finished? You need to be cleaned up." Harry was surprised at his boldness. Of course he and Draco made love regularly, and there was virtually nothing they hadn't done, but it was normally Draco who took the lead while he surrendered. Pushing that thought to the back of his mind, he made his way down to Draco's stomach and began to lick him clean. As Harry licked Draco's taught stomach and thighs he could feel himself returning. How, he wondered, I didn't think it was possible so quick. Judging from the hardening lump he could feel against his chest he guessed Draco was feeling it too. Harry smiled at Draco and played with his nipples for a few seconds before pulling Draco up onto his side and completely turning around so his head was level with Draco's now rock - hard arousal, his own arousal level with Draco's head. Harry wasted no time getting started, teasing Draco's slit with his tongue, taking him all the way into his mouth and then releasing him. Harry felt Draco gasp and pause before beginning to pay similar respects to him. Soon both men were screaming with pleasure and they came, filling each other.
'Once last night and twice this morning,' thought Draco has he crawled down to where Harry was now half asleep, 'maybe I should have tried to bring this binding subject up a little earlier!'
He wrapped his arms around the sleeping God next to him. Harry was truly a god, with his dark tanned skin as a result of years of quidditch practise in the sun, and his hair that was no longer uncontrollably messy, but as Harry grew had calmed itself down into dark curls, that hung loosely around his face and down to the nape of his neck. Draco smiled as his eyes ran down a muscled arm and saw the gold bracelet glinting on his wrist. He snuggled into Harry and was drifting back off to sleep. Thank God it was a Saturday, Harry had no classes and Draco always took the weekends off from the ministry. They could spend all day in bed together if they wanted.
"Shit!" Harry bolted upright. "We're supposed to meet Ron and Hermione for lunch at 12!" Looking at his watch Draco saw that it was now 11.30. The two men scrambled out of bed. Harry bent over to grab some decent muggle clothes, and Draco stopped for a second and stared at him.
"Come here," Draco growled.
"What?" Asked Harry.
"You. have something. there. just .on your chest." Draco said, pointing at an imaginary spot in the middle of Harry's chest.
"Where?" Asked Harry, running his hands over his chest as he came closer to Draco.
"Just. there. here." Said Draco, as he gripped Harry around his waist and started to kiss his chest. Draco licked at Harry's hard nipples and he could feel Harry's heart beating faster. Harry's knees went wobbly, and gripped Draco's back as his head fell back.
"Shit, Draco. no. ahhhhhh. stop. mmm. yes, there. no, stop!" Harry suddenly knew where this was going to lead. "Draco, we were late last time because of you. I promised Ron we'd be on time."
"Humph," Grumbled Draco, pulling away. "You never let me have any fun."
Harry just gave him a look as he walked towards the bathroom, picking his clothes up on the way.
"I'll be quick, you can have a shower after me. AFTER me." He added, as he saw the mischievous glint in Draco's eyes.
Twenty minutes later, with both men dressed in muggle clothes, Harry and Draco set off for Hogsmeade, where they could apparate to Diagon Alley. From Diagon Alley they were going to muggle London, meeting Ron, Hermione and their partners for lunch at a café. Ron was married to a muggle woman named Celeste, whom he had met visiting his brother in France. Ron had told Celeste he was a wizard early on in their relationship, and she was mostly fine with it, but she was the reason they all met in London. She said she still felt nervous in all - wizarding places, as if everyone was staring at her because she was a muggle. Ron, Harry and Draco always denied that, saying no one could tell, but eventually they just gave up. Ron was now the head of Gringotts bank, and lived in a mansion just out of London, with holiday homes around Europe. Harry still remembered the days when Ron's family used to be the poorest at Hogwarts, and lived at the ramshackle old Burrow. Now Ron regularly topped the Daily Prophet's Top-10 Richest Wizards annual list.
Hermione was head of the Auror department at the Ministry, and Draco regularly said she was the most valuable employee he had. Hermione was engaged to Charlie Weasley, who was still working with dragons. Hermione was also 4 months pregnant, and according to Harry and Draco, had never looked so good.
As Harry neared the café, he could see his friends sitting there, talking and laughing.
"I'm the luckiest man in the world," He said, turning to Draco. "I'm going to be bound to the most gorgeous man in the world, I have fantastic friends who are like family to me, I don't think I can take any more of this good luck!"
"I know what you mean. We are so lucky." Said Draco, stepping closer to kiss Harry softly.
This kiss deepened as both men forgot where they were and wrapped their arms around each other.
"Hey, you two!" A voice shouted. Harry and Draco broke apart. "Can't u keep your hands off each other for two minutes, even while you're out in public?" Ron was grinning as he waved them over to the table.
Harry and Draco blushed and grinned as they sat down next to each other. Draco grabbed Harry's hand.
"What do you expect with the two most powerful wizards in the world?" He grinned, his eyes twinkling as he knew what was coming next.
"Honestly!" "God, Malfoy, you're still so conceited!" "What a wanker." The table erupted with laughter and exclamation. Harry's friends had accepted Draco as one of them, now that they could see how in love Harry was. Although Ron had threatened at the beginning of their relationship to break Draco's nose if he ever hurt Harry, they were as close now as Harry and Ron.
Harry sat back and listened as talk built around him. Hermione and Celeste were teasing Draco about the tiny silver bolt in his eyebrow, saying it was hardly fitting for the Minister of Magic to be so cool. Charlie and Ron were discussing their family's upcoming reunion, which Harry was invited to as an honorary member of the family. The waitress came and took their orders, and during a lull in the conversation, Harry decided to make his and Draco's announcement.
"Guys, you are the best friends I, we," he said, glancing at Draco, "Could ever have. Which is why Draco and I wanted to tell you four first."
Everyone stopped and looked curiously at Harry. Draco leaned back smiling, knowing what was coming.
"Yesterday, Dumbledore gave us his blessing, and Draco and I have decided toe bound to each other. We ask for your blessing too."
Harry looked around, expecting to see his friends with happy expressions on their faces. What he wasn't prepared for were looks of shock.
A/N: Sorry this took so long everyone! I've had to work the last couple of days so please forgive me. Thankyou to everyone for their reviews, they mean so much to me. It's also really hard for a straight chick to write gay sex scenes, so if anyone has any. ideas or um, experiences for me they would be greatly appreciated. Just tell me whether you mind me using your stuff or not in my story. Thank you thank you thank you for all your support!