"No more speaking." Draco holds up a hand when Harry opens his mouth. "No more nonsense from you. Lie down." He can't believe he has to be on top, but so be it. Being dominated by Harry will have to wait.
Draco is shocked when Harry helps him to bed and lays him down on his back tenderly. "You are never going to mark me if you are that gentle." Mating has to be rough, or the mark won't take.
"Spread," Harry orders, making a satisfied sound when Draco obeys and creamy thighs spread immediately. "You are not going to go anywhere," His hand pumps Draco to full hardness, making the omega moan, "You are going to stay right here, naked in my bed, waiting for me to come home every day."
"Fuck," Draco whimpers when Harry strokes him roughly, almost making him arch his back.
"No moving," Harry removes his hand making the pretty blond sob and beg for more.
"S-Sorry," Draco apologizes, almost meaning it too, knowing full well if he says something snarky, Harry will stop.
"Good boy," Harry says, kindly somehow despite being in caveman mode. He shifts on the bed, making Draco worry that he will leave, "I am not going anywhere," Harry knows that Draco needs to feel safe more than he needs anything else. "Your father needs to go through me to get to you."
"You don't know what he's capable of," Draco says, tears in his eyes. He is afraid the crazy old man will come up with a legal maneuver or worse, show up with his goons and overwhelm Harry. Draco cannot go back to that hellish existence. After only have a day with Harry and his parents, he feels like a human being. He can't go back to being caged again.
"I need you to get this through your dumb blond head," Harry leans over Draco's cock, "No one can take you away from me."
"Fuck," Draco knows he can't move, which somehow makes the sensation more erotic when Harry takes him into his mouth. He tries to think of something unsexy to stop himself from coming but can't help it, Harry's tongue is doing things to him he has never felt before. He explodes in Harry's mouth. "Sorry," Harry didn't permit for Draco to come, but judging from the pleased expression on Harry's face as he licks Draco's softening penis some more, the alpha isn't upset.
"You really do get wet, huh?" Harry says after Draco comes in his mouth with a scream. Omegas do not produce semen in the traditional sense because they cannot impregnate anyone. Instead, their bodies produce pheromones and slick which tastes good to an alpha's mouth. They exist to give sexual pleasure and bear children.
"Harry," Draco says, out of breath, his chest heaving with the effort, "I need you. Please fuck me."
"Move," Harry forces Draco to sit up, ignoring the protesting whines. "You are going to get on top."
"I am going to get on top?" Draco asks his alpha who lays down after removing his pants. Draco never was very dominant but ever since presenting all he's ever wanted is to be held down and fucked by the right person. Clearly, the right person is insane.
"You are going to ride me," Harry rests his head on his arms, which are now folded casually.
Draco blushes, "That's a little advanced for me," There is a reason he asked Remus about the wedding night. "I have never even been with a man before." He's had girls get on top of him, but to do that himself is not something he can handle right now. He is fragile emotionally, and more than anything he wants to please his new husband. If he gets on top and doesn't give Harry the experience he deserves, he couldn't possibly handle the feeling of failure.
"No, you haven't." Thank god because Harry would have to find that person and maim them with the supposedly decorative ancient blade hanging in their living room. "Okay, new plan."
"Good," Draco feels a little ashamed that he doesn't know how to fuck himself on his alpha's cock and pleasure him the way he should. "Sorry."
"Come here," Harry sits up and gathers Draco to his chest. "This isn't about me. This is about your crazy parents."
"I don't want to think about them in bed." Draco sighs, but he understands where Harry is coming from. He knows what his father is capable of. He has some kind of plan for Draco, which involves using his body to gain favours. "Harry, please just take me."
"Neville said…"
"I don't care what stupid Neville said, fuck him," Draco says, irritated. "I don't mean fuck him, I meant…"
"You are not really his type." Neville might be the one alpha their age Harry would trust around Draco. Harry has seen Neville with a lot of beautiful girls. They tend to be soft, docile creatures with kind demeanors and non-judgmental personalities. Draco is the opposite of that. He lives to mock and judge people, a quality Harry used to despise but now finds endearing and adorable.
"You mean blond?" Neville had a growth spurt and gained some serious muscle. Those alpha hormones are no joke.
"I mean psychopathic." Harry lays Draco down on his back again, "Neville is soft."
"And you are hard." Draco looks at Harry's erection seductively, sighing tiredly when Harry gives him a wounded look. "I am giving you complete permission to hurt me as much as you can. Do you hear me? Anything is better than going home to my parents."
"I can protect you," Harry runs a hand through his hair, keeping his instincts at bay, "I won't let him take you. A few weeks won't kill us." He wants Draco to be completely healed physically and have some time to process these developments emotionally.
"Harry," Up until now, he was keeping this information to protect his sensitive alpha. "My father is going to come get me. Then he is going to take you to court to prove that the marriage is not consummated." The mark is the most important sign of a bond, but the alpha and omega in question must have been together sexually. Draco is a virgin and there are medical ways of proving it.
"You are my omega," Harry starts to argue. "They can't just take you from me."
"They can and they will," Draco has seen his parents pull some unbelievable shit, which wouldn't be possible for an ordinary couple, but they are not ordinary people. "They are going to bring me back to the prison that is Malfoy Manor and they will sell me to the highest bidder."
Harry has a disbelieving look on his face. "That's not possible. They are your parents." Lucius and Narcissa don't seem to give a fuck if Draco lives or dies but to take him from his alpha and sell him where he will die without his mate? Harry can't believe anyone can be that much of a sadist.
"They are rich and powerful," Draco knows that Harry belongs to a family where people care about each other. The rich and elite don't operate that way. The only person in this house who would understand is Sirius because he has lived through it. "And they got that way by playing dirty and exchanging favours with other sick people. I am just something to be exchanged, Harry, as far as they are concerned I am not a person, and I never was. They can't arrange my marriage to a rich beta because I presented as an omega. Now, they will find a buyer for me. I will end up living the rest of my life as a sex slave. I will be kept in heat for the rest of my life which won't be long because I will die without you." He knows that he is hurting Harry, but unless he spells it out for his alpha, Draco is going to end up back where he started, in hell.
"I am sorry," Harry knows he has tears flowing down his face, but he isn't afraid of looking weak in front of his mate, he wants Draco to understand how much he cares. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." Even if Harry does hurt Draco, it's preferable to being a sex slave to some old pervert who keeps omegas in his harem. When the omegas die, they are just replaced with newer, younger boys.
Draco is actually beyond the desirable age for such freaks because they prefer younger teenagers, however, despite Draco's late presentation, he is an exceptionally beautiful and well-bred omega. Almost everyone would make an exception for him. Even his fiery and disagreeable attitude isn't a barrier because they will want to break his mind and tame him into a mindless whore, always in heat and always willing to service anyone and everyone.
"Okay," Harry leans over Draco, keeping most of his weight off the blond but pressing their bodies together. "If we are going to do this, there are rules. Number one, if you feel any kind of pain, you stop me."
Draco nods, "Agreed." His pain tolerance is very high thanks to his parents but Harry doesn't need to know that.
"Rule number two," Harry places himself between creamy thighs and groans in satisfaction when they instinctively wrap around his waist. "If you need to stop and take a break, then we stop and take a break. It doesn't matter what the reason is."
"Agreed," Draco wants to get on with it already, but Harry insists on having rules then Draco will follow all of them.
"And finally," Harry can tell the omega is getting impatient, so he lines his cock up with Draco's dripping hole.
Draco gasps when Harry thrusts into him, "F-Finally?"
"You come when you want to," Harry thrusts again, enjoying the blissed-out expression on Draco's pretty face when the big alpha cock fills him completely, "You don't need my permission." Harry knows alphas like to put restraints on their mates during sex but he wants Draco to feel completely comfortable.
"Why," Draco wants to ask why Harry is so good to him, but his words are escaping him. "Fuck."
"Because," Harry doesn't want to say something embarrassingly emotional, so he resorts to biting his lower lip until he bleeds. "You deserve it."
"No," Draco moans as Harry's cock slides in and out of him, feeling as if it is splitting him in two because it's so massive, "I don't." He doesn't deserve Harry, or the kindness his alpha is showing him.
"You do," Harry thrusts slightly harder, trying to last longer because his mate hasn't come on his cock yet. "You deserve everything good in life." He nibbles on Draco's ear, making him shiver, "How do I feel?" He grinds his hips, making his mate gasp, "How does it feel?"
"Big," Is all Draco can say. "You're so big."
"Break?" Harry knows that this is Draco's first time with a man, so the sensation must be unexpected and intense.
"N-No," Draco's eyes open wide, "Please don't, Harry," he forces himself to say because talking is hard right now, "I need you."
A feeling of intense pleasure goes through Harry's entire body, "Say that again." He orders Draco, "Tell me you need me."
"I need you," Draco screams Harry's name as he orgasms, his channel squeezing tantalizing around his alpha's cock. "Sorry." He can't help but apologize, because it's in every fiber of his being to submit.
"You don't have to apologize for feeling pleasure," Harry kisses Draco, still thrusting inside the pretty blond.
Draco's legs drop from around Harry's waist. He is so exhausted, he just lays there and takes it.
"Break?" Harry asks again, knowing Draco is sensitive right now and every thrust hurts a little.
"You can fuck me all day," Draco feels extremely at peace with himself. The nagging voice in his head which appeared the day he presented is quiet and letting him just be. "You can do whatever you want to me."
"Whatever I want?" Harry keeps thrusting slowly and carefully, despite his inner self telling him to bend Draco in half, and to thrust faster and harder.
"Anything," Draco is glad that if he is going to be anyone's whore, it's Harry's. "Name it."
"Pancakes." Harry is trying not to think about his obsession with the breakfast food because it is a little weird he is thinking about it during sex. It doesn't help that Draco smells like pancakes to Harry and his slick is like fucking syrup. Somehow, Harry's mind has equated one delicious thing to another.
"What?" Draco says as Harry kisses him again, still thrusting at a controlled pace to not hurt his omega.
"I want pancakes," Harry can feel his knot coming but he resists, knowing he could hurt Draco if he loses inhibitions like that. If his alpha takes over and Draco really could get internal bleeding, not just from the broken ribs, but from the massive knot and rough fucking.
"You think about pancakes during sex," Draco squeezes his hole experimentally, smirking when Harry gasps and almost falls on him, "Interesting."
"Don't do that," Harry warns, trying to not knot.
"What?" Draco looks angelic and innocent, despite being on his back, legs spread, and being fucked by a big strong alpha. "This?" He squeezes around Harry's cock again, enjoying the fullness of it as it slides in and out of his slick hole.
"Fuck," Harry throws his head back, unable to stop himself from knotting.
"Harry," Draco gasps as he suddenly feels Harry's cock getting even bigger, the base of it enormous. It takes his breath away.
"Fuck," Harry says again, unable to hold himself up. He has to fall on the bed, rolling them over so that he doesn't put weight on Draco's delicate and injured frame.
Draco is suddenly on top, "Harry," he makes a panicked sound. He isn't ready to be on top, not when he is so emotionally vulnerable, not during his first time, and especially not when he is being knotted.
"It's okay," Harry wraps his arms around Draco, pulling him closer to his chest caringly. "I am sorry." He soothes, knowing how scary knotting can be for omegas. It is generally not recommended when omegas are emotionally compromised. Unfortunately, not many care about their submissive's mental health.
"It's okay," Draco can't help but whimper, "It doesn't hurt." Not in a bad way. If he thought he was being split open before, this is a much rougher feeling. While his body can accommodate an alpha cock quite easily because he is made for it, a knot is another level of being fucked altogether.
"You okay?" Harry internally scolds himself. Even if Draco was squeezing around him, he should have had more control than to knot the vulnerable blond when he is not ready. "I can't stop." They will be tied together until Draco's body is ready for it to end. Which considering how needy and broken Draco is, could be hours. He has been begging and pleading with Harry not to leave, and his body won't release his alpha until he feels safe and loved. "I need you to take deep breathes and calm down." Harry places a hand between their bodies, "Does it hurt?" He feels around on Draco's lower ribs.
"It's fine." Draco reassures his alpha, "You don't have to stop. Take as long as you want." While almost painful for omegas, knotting is very pleasurable for alphas. Harry is more likely to mark him when tied together. Not to mention the feeling of safety and genuine contentment Draco feels right now. "I like this."
"Good," Harry kisses Draco, their first deep kiss, passionate and filthy.
"Do you like it?" Draco doesn't mean to sound so vulnerable, unfortunately, he is more than just naked in Harry's arms, and impaled on his cock, he is completely broken.
"I love it," Harry pulls Draco close, stroking his hair so that they are chest to chest. "I am so proud of you."
Draco blinks away tears, not wanting to be one of those people who cry when knotted. Unfortunately, when he buries his face in Harry's shoulder, the alpha can feel his tears and shushes him tenderly.
"You were so brave and you did so well," Harry can't imagine what Draco must have been through in that house, "You are so strong."
"I am not," Draco feels so pathetic, having lost himself so long ago. This might be the first time in years he has felt good about anything, the physical pleasure unbearable, yet nothing compared to the feeling of completion emotionally. "Will you mark me?" He pleads, having no pride at this point.
"Of course," Harry is hesitant, because Draco is going through a lot, and marking might tip him over the edge, however, wanting to delay it will be perceived as rejection at such an emotional time. "Why don't we wait for the knot to release?" He whispers, making it a suggestion and not a command, knowing Draco will be compelled to obey, especially when in this fucked out, vulnerable condition.
"No," Draco doesn't mean to be disobedient, but he can't help it. "Harry you have to, please don't make me go back there. I hate them both so much." He sobs a little when thinking about his hateful, cruel parents.
"Hey," Harry strokes Draco's hair, "You are not going anywhere, you are always going to be safe and no one is ever going to hurt you again." Harry is trying to concentrate on the present and not listen to his inner self which is asking him to fuck Draco with his knot. He is just letting the waves of pleasure come and go, mindfully, as he comes inside his mate.
Draco can't help but think back to the years of abuse at his parents' hands, knowing they were planning to whore him out. He can't help but cry when he thinks of being intimate but not with someone wonderful and kind like Harry, who is his mate, but someone sick and twisted, only wanting to use and hurt him. "I can't be with anyone else, Harry. It would kill me."
"Anyone else?" Harry feels anger at the very thought.
"The thought of it makes me want to die," Draco whines when Harry moves, shifting them, his cock nestled inside him moves as well, making the omega gasp.
"Sorry," Harry tries not to move anymore. He was just trying to make them comfortable. "And don't talk about dying." He scolds. He almost lost Draco because his crazy bitch of a mother stabbed him.
"I…" Draco feels compelled to admit it. Now that they are going to be bonded, Harry will have access to his mind, and may just find out on his own. "I asked her to do it."
"What?" Harry frowns, his displeasure coming across quite obviously through their new, tentative bond, making Draco feel guilty and anxious because pleasing his alpha is his absolute need. "You asked her to stab you?"
"Usually," Draco can feel more tears coming, "When she gets all psychotic, I just ignore her, or apologize, or do as she says. I goaded her. I wanted to die."
Harry knows that if he wasn't knotted inside Draco right now, he would lose his erection. It would make walking away a lot easier. Something he cannot possibly do because he is inside his mate, tied most intimately.
"Say something." Draco pulls back from Harry's shoulder to look into his eyes, which are so terribly sad. "I am sorry."
"I am sorry, Draco." Is all Harry can say. "I hope I can make things better for you."
"You have," Draco promises, "You have, Harry. I am so sorry."
Harry nods, despite feeling incredibly hurt, he agrees, "I understand." He needs to make Draco feel safe despite his own pain and sorrow.
"Punish me," Draco begs, "You can move if you want to," He shifts his hips a little, making them both hiss. "Hurt me." If Harry fucks him with his knot, especially his first time, it's bound to hurt so good that Draco can be absolved of his guilt.
"I think enough people have hurt you, that you want to die." Harry tries not to sound emotional because this isn't about him. It's about Draco and his issues. "I am sorry I wasn't there to protect you." He kisses Draco's forehead, "I need you to promise me it won't happen again."
"Of course it won't happen again," Draco scoffs, "I am not suicidal."
"Promise me you will never hurt yourself, or let anyone hurt you." Harry orders.
"I will never let myself get hurt again." Draco is touched that his alpha cares about him to such an extent. He can feel Harry's panic, and fear of losing Draco.
"Sleep?" Harry knows that this can take a while, he is still in a perfect state of physical bliss, but there is no reason that Draco should be awake during this.
"We can sleep like this?" Draco is comfortable lying on top of Harry, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact again.
"You can," Harry forces Draco to rest his head on his shoulder.
Draco wants to protest, but he is just so comfortable and emotionally relieved, he doesn't have it in him to fight the lure of sleep.