Back to the Drarry, as promised. I do not own these characters or this world. Thanks for readying!
Chapter 5
Draco had hoped their evening would be a little more graceful, but as he crashed through their bedroom door, carrying Harry as they made out viciously with each other, that idea had passed. Draco not-so-lightly threw Harry onto the bed, knocking the breath out of him. And Draco left him no time to catch it, as he was soon straddling him, nibbling deliciously on his neck. Harry was making all the noises that he loved, still filling him with excitement. He could feel Harry's firmness growing beneath him, he ground his hips downward into it, giving his new husband his old, devilish smile.
Draco's smirk didn't last for long as Harry unexpectedly lunged forward, toppling them to the end of the bed, Draco's hair falling out of his face as his head hung off the edge. Harry used the open access to Draco's neck to his advantage, not-so-lightly nipping and sucking his way along his jaw and down this throat. He chuckled deep in his chest knowing the pale skin there would be covered in blooming color in the morning. Usually he wouldn't dare, Draco was so shy, but tonight he just had to mark him as his own.
He put all cares aside, grabbing Draco's shirt by the open top buttons and ripping it open, sending the small white buttons everywhere. Draco's groan was half longing for Harry's touch, half mourning the white button down he had spent so long picking to match his attire. The thought passed as Harry started to use his firm tongue to trace the shining, raised edges of the scares his own magic had caused, the pain long since forgiven by Draco, but never by Harry.
While Harry's tongue was busy elsewhere, the hand that wasn't supporting his weight was fighting feverishly with the button to Draco's trousers. A lucky tug undid the snaps, and he forced them down so he could cup what he was really after through the thin cloth of his pants. Momentarily sitting back on his haunches, Harry brought his mouth up to meet Draco's, bringing their tongues together and taking in his familiar vanilla scent. Draco desperately leans forward to make the kiss last as Harry moves downwards towards his prize.
A glint of red candle light on gold made Harry stop and let out a loud, surprised laugh. Barely containing Draco's girth, the crest displayed proudly on the front, were Harry's own house colors, the gold lion on a brilliant scarlet background.
"What is this?" Harry's voice filled with a confused glee. Draco smiled at him.
"I thought I could use some courage and chivalry for today. And you haven't even seen the best part!" Draco struggled to flip himself over between the expanse of Harry's knees to reveal the gold 'Potter' glittering across his ass cheeks. He smiled back at his husband and gave his butt a little wiggle.
Harry snaked his right arm around Draco's waist, grabbing hold of his opposite hip and forcing his hardness into the valley of his ass. Draco cried out in surprise and exhilaration as Harry grabbed his hair, forcing his head back and moved to whisper in his ear.
"What if I'm not the Gryffendor you've always thought I was?" Draco moaned, Harry's hand in his hair had brought him closer to the man. "What if I don't feel like being very chivalrous tonight? What if I want to fuck you like the little bitch you are?" Harry thrust firmly into Draco's ass, more delicious sounds emerged from that beautiful mouth.
"Yes, yes please Harry. Take me. I'm yours." Harry sat back on his heels, pulling the blonde with him. Draco turns his head, finding Harry's lips over his shoulder, rocking his ass back onto the hardness as his mouth is overtaken by the warm tongue. Harry's hand snaked down Draco's front, tweaking a nipple before his long fingers and warm palm covered the lion containing his husband. Harry gave it a light squeeze, causing an adorable yelp from his Draco. Harry gave him one last, gentle, lingering kiss, before quickly moving his hands to the slim shoulders and pushing him forward onto his hands and knees.
Draco caught the edge of the bed and looked back at his man who was eagerly spreading his cheeks. He heard Harry spit and felt the warmth on his exposed opening, feeling dirty and ready for more. Harry softly inserted a finger, followed by another, that gingerly scissored Draco's hole, preparing him. Draco had thought of this moment for weeks, and now that it was here. He didn't want gentle and loving. He just wanted to be fucked.
Draco looked back at Harry and met his eye, and thrusted his bottom back onto Harry's hand. Harry smirked but removed his fingers, causing a moan because of the sudden empty feeling. The light hair on Harry's chest tickled him a bit as the man leaned forward over him.
"What, is my little bitch needy?" Before Draco's mind could think of a devilish response, Harry thrust himself forward into Draco. He saw stars for a moment and he no longer had any control over the noises that were coming from his mouth, which only encouraged Harry. He moved faster inside of Draco, thinking of lube and then feeling its presence as he fucked him rigorously.
Harry slowed, not wanting to finish before he was done. He wrapped an arm around Draco, pulling him with as he sat back a bit. Draco groaned at the closeness, the odd sensation the motion caused inside him, and the disappointment that his need was no longer being met.
"Tell me you love me," Harry breathed into his ear.
"I LOVE you!" partially coming as a yell as Harry thrust upward when the Slytherin started to speak. Then he stilled. Draco turned to him with a pout on his lip to meet Harry's shit eating grin.
"I loVE YOU...Harry POTTER! ...Merlin I WANT YOU... so much. PleaSE FUCK ME... Oh SWEET SALazar you fuck ME SO GOOD!"
Harry licked his palm as Draco continued his positive babble, mixing his statements of love with how much he adored Harry's cock. He reached down and took Draco in his hand. He squashed him as he slowly moved his hand in time with his hips.
"I love YOU," pulling out slowly then thrusting deep to really drive his words home. "DRACO... LUCIOUS… POTTER!"
They erupted together, the inner warmth mixing deliciously for Draco with the slow cascade around Harry's hand and down his thighs. He leaned against the firm chest, looking through his fallen fringe at the mess of black hair with the side of his forehead resting against the blade of his shoulder. The head lifted, feeling his gaze, and silver moved down to meet green for a tired, soft kiss.
Draco practically growled at his wand for having the audacity to go off at this unholy hour. He looked about at the short candles, their magical flames having timed out, the mess of pedals on the floor that showed their short track straight for the bed. Slowly and gently he moved the arm of the sleeping man that had been thrown across his chest, sneaking out of bed to find the pocket where the beeping wand resided.
He kneeled on the floor, retrieved his trousers from under the bed where they had fallen and took out the Hawthorn wand, mumbled the short incantation to make it stop, and checked the time. Nine thirty, not as early as it felt, but being unsure of when they had actually gotten to sleep the previous night, or was it early this morning? Draco found it difficult to get the sleepy fog out of his head. His tired eyes drifted over the form of his husband, breathing slow under the spell of sleep. A small smile crossed his lips, and then grew larger as he remembered why he had set the alarm.
He stood, naked, using his wand to clean himself up a bit, before opening the doors and climbing into their wardrobe. From the very back where he knew Harry never looked, he pulled the suitcase that with one tap would grow to the size and expanse of this very wardrobe. He checked the front pocket, pulling out the small, dark blue books with the crest on the fronts. He briefly looked at Harry's picture, grinning at the memory of taking him to get these, how Harry hadn't asked any questions after Draco said it was for the wedding. He still felt a little bad for confunding the muggle women who was issuing the passports, but he needed her to move faster and not give anything away.
He tucked the books back into the pocket and grabbed the outfits he had picked for them today. Exiting the wardrobe with hands full, he set down the case and hung the hangers on the wardrobe handle, he took in the beautiful sight once more. He unzipped a bigger pocket of the suitcase, pulling out a smaller bag. The old film camera would look a bit out of place around the muggles, but real film was the only way he could get the photos to move when they returned.
He put his eye to the viewfield as he held it up, centering the man in the frame. One foot and some ankle sticking out of the sheet. His arms now wrapped around a pillow as if Draco was still there to hold. Hair a mess falling into his eyes around his ascue glasses. The familiar click of the shudder alerted Harry, who groaned and looked up to see his naked husband lowering the camera and smiling at his with a goofy, love-sick grin.
Harry returned it, reaching his hand out to pull his love back to bed. "No Harry, we have to get up. We need to get dressed and eat before it's time to go." Sleep left Harry quickly as he sat up, confused.
"Go? Where are we going?"
"Love, you really are clueless about traditions, aren't you?" Harry glared at Draco's teasing but waited to be let in on the joke. "We're going on our honeymoon dear. We need to get up, we have a plane to catch."
"Why do we have to fly? Where are we going that we can't just get there ourselves?" Harry's eyes darted around quickly, not wanting to say too much around so many muggles. Heathrow Airport was alive with the movement and din of these muggles, all moving in and out and around as one big sea.
Draco had navigated them expertly to the right terminal and they were now approaching their gate. Butterflies filled Harry's stomach. He had flown his broom countless times, but never had he ever thought about boarding an airplane. As soon as Draco had mentioned a plane, his stomach felt like it was somewhere around his knees. He kept telling himself it would be fine. If anything happened, he and Draco could surely keep the metal tube in the air.
Draco showed their tickets and passports to a man in uniform behind a desk who wished them a safe flight before leading Harry down a glass hallway that connected to the plane. Draco chatted nicely with the lady who directed them to their seats, then gestured for Harry to sit by the small plastic circle that classified as a window. The air around him felt small and tight as Harry sat, looking out the window at planes that looked small in the distance.
Harry jumped as the long fingers made their way into his own. He looked over at Draco, and started to feel a little of the calm that was coming from him. "Have you ever done this before?"
"Me? No, never. My father would never have allowed anything like this. But I've always wondered. I got to talking about these things with Arthur one night and I just couldn't get the thought out of my head. I've been looking up the science of it and I asked him if he thought he'd ever go. He said hopefully, but that he was kind of scared." Harry gulped at the fact that this was brought on by 's somewhat obsession with muggles. If he died in this hunk of metal it was all because Draco had actually taken a liking to the rest of his family.
"Hey," Harry looked at Draco. "It's okay. I'm a little scared too. But I've got you, right?"
"Right." Harry said quietly.
Draco bumped their shoulders together. "I knew you'd always be my savior."
"Hello ladies and gentleman, thank you so much for flying with us today. Our pilot is preparing to start taxing to the runway, we plan to take off in about 20 minutes. From there, the flight to Keflavik International is an estimated three hours, fifteen minutes."
"Keflavik?" Harry asked.
"Iceland. First anyway. I thought we'd stay here for about a week before we move on. You get to pick next so be thinking."
"How long are we gonna be gone?"
"As long as you wish. The Auror department said you can pick up where you left off when you get back. Pretty sure the Minister told them you deserve a break. And I agree." He took the hand he held and brought it to his lips. "You deserve it love. I've been saving. We can be gone for pretty much as long as you want."
"Really?"
"Really," he answered with a smile. Harry returned it easily, and held his hand a little firmer as the plane started to move.
