When Draco wakes later that evening, he is disappointed to realize Harry isn't inside him anymore. If this morning has taught him anything, its that the only way to feel complete, safe and content is to be joined with Harry sexually.
Harry is underneath him, awake, and watching him while holding him tenderly.
"Hi," Draco says. "Good evening." He notices that Harry's eyes are not their usual dark green, instead a lighter, more grass green. "What are you thinking?" Draco is curious about his alpha's feelings. There bond isn't powerful enough for them to read each other's' thoughts and emotions as well as older bonded pairs. Is Harry as content as his omega is right now? "Pancakes? Why don't you go make some?"
Harry doesn't want to admit that he just had a pancake. A blond pancake who makes his own syrup. "I think it's time for dinner." He sits up and then stands. His inner alpha doesn't like being separated from Draco, but he needs to eat something, and make sure his mate eats. They both just lost a lot of fluids. Harry feels that judging from the amount of sticky fluid on Draco's thighs, he came more today than he ever has before.
"I hope you are still okay with me not being on suppressants." Draco looks down at his legs, and then turns his head, trying to look at his behind, "Because it would be a miracle if I don't get pregnant today. You pumped a lot of semen into me." He can't even pretend that he didn't love being full of his alpha's essence while being knotted. It was a feeling of absolute security, and a physical bond which guaranteed that Harry would never leave him. Now that they are separated, Draco feels the existential dread that he constantly lives with creeping back again, threatening to rip away the shred of sanity and clarity he got when being fucked and knotted by his mate.
Harry firmly ignores the pleased alpha purring in his head. He also ignores his cock, which just twitched a little. If he hadn't come so much before, he would be aroused again. He holds his arms out for Draco to stand up.
Draco whimpers when he tries to move.
"Fuck," Harry makes a scared sound, "I hurt you." If he wasn't afraid of losing Draco, he never would have dared to fuck his hurt princess of a mate. Unfortunately, it was a necessity, and he hasn't even marked Draco yet. He wanted to wait because the emotions were too high and they were both near the edge. There is always next time. Judging from the joy he feels from his inner self, the next time is going to be even more awe inspiring.
"Harry," Draco reassures his alpha before he does something stupid, like call Neville, "You are very big, and you didn't just fuck me, you knotted me," He gestures to Harry's cock, flaccid but still considerable girth and length. "I won't be able to walk without limping."
"Oh," Harry blushes, "Right, sorry."
"Are you?" Draco feels his neck, upset at the lack of a mark. He is however, happy, because this means Harry will have to knot him again to mark him. Knotting is not recommended every single time a couple has sex because it is so hard on the omega partner psychologically and bodily, but Draco doesn't care about the fucking medical recommendations. He would let Harry knot him every single time if the alpha agreed to it. Judging from how caringly Harry is watching him right now, he is going to knot Draco as sparingly as possible because he is afraid of hurting his mate.
He is touched because any other alpha would have only cared about his own pleasure and not cared about Draco's well-being at all, fucking him as hard as possible and aggravating his injuries. Only Harry could manage to knot Draco and cause minimum discomfort in the process.
"No," Harry would do it all over again, even right now, if he wasn't scared of causing his blond princess anymore uneasiness. "This is the best day of my life." He admits. Despite the emotional pain at Draco's confession, he feels elated.
"Fucking your omega for the first time?" Draco lets Harry help him stand up.
"There are no words." Harry responds dreamily. He's had sex before but being with Draco is like being born again, and not just because the blond is beautiful like an angel or the fact that despite being his first time, he took Harry's cock so willingly. "I think I love you." It slips out before he can help it.
Harry didn't want to say it this early in the relationship because he doesn't want it to sound phony. He also doesn't make Draco deal with his new feelings while he is struggling with his entire life being unraveled by his psychotic parents. "You are so good in bed, that's why I love you." Harry lies because he doesn't want Draco to think he is soft. Having known his omega for a very long time, Harry knows that Draco tends to reject sensitive people. Harry couldn't handle being rejected from his mate right now. His heart couldn't take it.
"Right," Draco tries not to feel anything at that. Of course Harry loves him because he is good in bed. He set out to be a good little whore for his husband and he accomplished it quite well judging by the sated look on his alpha's face and the fact that Harry actually looks his age, and not at all exhausted and defeated like he usually does because of overworking.
Why does Draco feel sad then? He knows it's stupid to want Harry to love him for real, but why does he want it so bad? Judging by the look on Harry's face, the alpha felt the pang his pathetic omega heart gave at that little joke. "I could go for some pancakes." He suggests.
"Isn't that cannibalism?" Harry mutters, making Draco, as he limps around the room, look at him strangely. "Fuck," Harry says as Draco bends over to grab his pajama bottoms, and at the sight of his pretty, puffy hole leaking Harry's cum. The alpha has a sudden urge to keep Draco in that position and suck kisses into his rosy opening, tonguing him until he is screaming Harry's name again, begging for mercy and relief.
"What?" Draco turns around at his alpha's broken growl. "Everything okay?" He has never heard Harry make that sound before, not even when he's angry. He sounds like a wild animal.
"Yeah," Harry thinks of Ron again, only right now, it's not working as well as it did last night. If they weren't both hungry, Harry would push Draco up against a wall and fuck him. He would do anything to have those legs wrapped around him again. He doesn't even care if Ron is watching, Harry would fuck his omega in front of his best friend, and put on a live sex show. Draco is his new drug and Harry is hooked for life. "Dinner?"
Harry would tell himself that all omegas are this alluring, but he has been with Cedric before, an omega arguably as beautiful as Draco, as far as the world thinks, but the sex was disappointing at best. He feels wrong for comparing the two submissives because they are people, not objects to be replaced with one another, however Harry can't help it. He was barely able to keep hard, and knotting was out of the question, no matter how much it would prolong Cedric's life. With Draco, it was impossible to keep himself from knotting, it was hard to control himself, despite being a surgeon with iron control. Sirius wasn't lying. Being with one's true mate is something completely different and cannot be replicated with another person.
Bending over was not a good idea. Draco probably did more to hurt himself during that movement then having his brains fucked out by his alpha. "I think you need to carry me." He feels comfortable asking his husband for help because he knows that no matter what Draco needs, Harry will provide it. It's a wonderful feeling, that of warmth and safety and just general happiness.
"Here," Harry removes the sticky, filthy sheets, and resorts to using the Star Wars ones as he makes the bed again. "Stay here, I will bring you dinner." He can feel Draco's satedness through the bond. He is thankful he made his mate feel good, especially after the torturous recent events.
Draco lets Harry help him in bed. How many alphas would bring their omegas dinner in bed? If anything, anyone else would be expecting Draco to make dinner right now. "Thank you."
"You are welcome." Harry says and places a kiss on his forehead feeling very protective of Draco right now. He wants to confess his love again, but doesn't think it will be welcome.