The Morning After
Harry woke first, finding himself with arms full of Draco. Not that he minded.
He moved his hand across the exposed feathers of his wings, smiling as Draco shifted. Harry let his hand roam to stroke Draco's back, entranced with the softness of his lover's skin.
Draco blinked open his eyes, lifting up before sucking in a hiss of breath.
Harry's eyes clouded with concern.
"Do you hurt Dray?"
Draco shook his head, denying the pain, but Harry would have none of it.
He ran his hand down Draco's spine, stopping at his lower back and pressing down.
Draco bit his lip, but it did not stop his whimper from being heard.
"Do not lie to me Draco," Harry admonished, letting his magic heal the area below his hands.
Draco buried his head in Harry's chest, tears welling even though the pain had disappeared.
"What is it dragon? Do you still hurt?"
He shook his head.
"Then why are you upset love?"
Draco looked away from him.
"I have already disappointed you, and you took all that was left of your claim from me. I'm so sorry Dominant. I didn't mean to upset you."
Harry took a deep breath, tightning his hold on the small blonde.
"You have not disappointed me my dragon. I was only upset that I had hurt you, it was not anything you had done. And I apologize, but I cannot allow you to remain in pain when I can help you. Surely there must be another way to show you are mine than by suffering?"
Draco didn't answer, content with settling himself on his holder's chest.
Harry kissed his forehead, causing Draco to look up at him.
"You are mine."
Draco smiled.
"Yours," he whispered in happy agreement.
Harry lifted a hand, moving it across Draco's collar bone.
"I can mark you, if you would like."
Draco nodded enthusiasically, thrilled with the idea.
Before he knew what was happening, Draco found himself pinned to the bed by the comfortable weight of Harry. The dark-headed boy lovingly slid his hand down Draco's side.
He first cast a breath freshening charm on the both of them, before swooping down to take Draco's mouth in a kiss. Draco's mouth was wonderfully pliant against his own, following Harry's lead.
When he pulled away, much to Draco's disappointment, he started trailing kisses down Draco's neck. The Slythering moaned as Harry's talented tongue swirled on his skin before attaching itself to his neck. Harry sucked hard at first, bringing the blood to the skin, then lightly as to make sure he wasn't hurting his lover.
As he made his mark, he grinded into Draco's manhood. Rubbing them together.
"Harry!"
Harry dutifully released him, moving to take his mouth again as they came.
"I love you my Dragon."
"I love you too Harry."
Harry nipped playfully at Draco's lips, taking his hand to lead him to the shower.
"I know."
I know this is really short, but I have a lot going on. You might get another one before Tuesday. Hopefully longer.
I won't abandon I promise, I'm just trying to decide what must happen next.
Happy reading(: