"It's beautiful, Harry," Draco said as he fingered the delicate truncate of grass that made the perfect nest for the beautifully decorated eggs.
"Mmm," Harry said as he nuzzled Draco's neck; nipping the pale, tender flesh. "You're beautiful, my Dragon."
Draco ignored him and glared at the small lamb that wandered around their flat, exploring its new surroundings. "I wish you would let me eat it," he said.
Harry sighed. "Here," he said and sat the basket closer to Draco. "You can eat those, you cannot eat the lamb." He then went back to licking and kissing along Draco's neck, and the boy moaned softly, lifting his chin to give Harry better access.
"Oh, baby!" Draco cried softly, and arched his hips, and Harry smiled against his neck. "Harry, I think you may have some competition."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, looking at him curiously, but Draco merely whimpered as he squirmed and pointed down the bed, and Harry chuckled when he saw the baby pigmy sheep licking a path up Draco's inner thigh. "Oh, no you don't," he said in annoyance then, reached down and batted at the small animal. "You leave my Dragon alone."
"Ok, it stays."
