"What are you doing downstairs?" Harry scolds Draco who reappears, limping and wearing the atrocious pajamas Remus bought Harry last Christmas. Even the sight of those red and navy reindeers is doing things to Harry's heart and mind he never thought possible.
"I need a pillow," The blond says as Harry pulls out a chair for him. Being upstairs alone had been okay for a few minutes, but Draco is feeling emotionally vulnerable right now. He wants Harry with him, and even better, he wants to be fucked and knotted again. If he didn't know any better, he would think that he is in heat, but this is only the beginning of their lifelong bond. Draco's inner self needs and craves his alpha's protection after the traumatic events this week.
Even the thought of being in heat should have sent Draco into a panic because besides giving birth, it is the most vulnerable time in an omega's life. However, now that he's with Harry, he is kind of looking forward to spending his heat with Harry. The thought of submitting to Harry doesn't frighten him at all, nor does the thought of being impregnated by him.
"Where does it hurt?" Harry immediately palpates Draco's back in a clinical fashion.
"Lower," Draco takes Harry's hands and moves them to his bottom.
Harry immediately pulls Draco close, hands still on Draco's perky bum, "I am sorry."
"You don't have to apologize." Draco lets Harry hug him.
"Knotting was not discussed before we started," Harry knows how physically and emotionally taxing knotting can be for anyone, let alone a virgin. "It won't happen again."
Draco can't help the pang of sadness he feels at that, and judging by the look of realization on Harry's face, the alpha sensed it loud and clear.
"I mean," Harry soothes the distraught omega, "We will discuss everything before we have sex."
"Uh-huh," Draco tries to collect himself, but the thought of not being knotted by Harry again makes him feel a deep sense of hurt.
"Hey," Harry cannot believe he ever thought Draco was emotionless before, the blond has so many emotions it's a little overwhelming to process on his end, "I am just saying there will be a warning next time, okay? I am not saying that was our first and last time knotting."
"It wasn't?" Draco manages to come back to himself long enough to smirk as he presses himself against Harry.
"Hell no," Harry promises, stroking Draco's bum some more, "I would knot you every single time we have sex if I could."
"Then do it," Draco doesn't care that he sounds needy at this point, that ship has long sailed. He felt so safe in Harry's arms earlier today, filled to the brink of pain, the nagging voice in his head stopped. He would do anything to feel that good again. It was pure bliss.
"Draco," Harry helps his mate sit on the pillow and then goes to remove the lasagna he had in the oven because the timer just went off. "It's dangerous." He promised himself he wouldn't be too harsh with Draco, and calmly make love to him. This afternoon was too rough, and Harry vows to not repeat that.
"I miss you already," Draco says as Harry places a bowl of soup in front of him, and a plate of food for himself. "I miss having you inside me."
Harry feels the same way, being with Draco is like being complete and desperately craving more all at once. However, he is a doctor and knows that Draco's greatest biological directive is to please Harry, beyond his own well-being or self-preservation. "I miss you too." That is all Harry can say. He can't help but think back to earlier today when Draco admitted to wanting to die. "I would miss you a lot if you weren't here," Harry adds, playing with his food as he looks down at his hands.
"Harry," Draco says after he inhales half the bowl. He is famished. "That was a bad day. I am not suicidal." He states.
"There was a moment in your life that you felt so bad," Harry pushes his food around some more, "That you wanted to die. What if she had succeeded?"
"Harry," Draco grabs the alpha's trembling hand, "She failed to hurt me. She failed to nick any vital organs. Your boyfriend Neville said so." He jokes.
"Hey, I could do a lot worse than Neville." Harry's smile is small and melancholy.
"What do I have to do to make it up to you?" Draco stands up and straddles Harry's lap. He places a kiss on Harry's stern lips, not at all as filthy and intimate as the kiss they shared when tied together, but still lust-filled. "You know," Draco nuzzles Harry's five o clock shadow, "You gave me the best blowjob of my life today."
"You don't have to make it up to me," Harry wraps his arms around Draco, keeping him from dropping the plate behind him on the floor. "And really?" Harry cannot believe he was Draco's best when there were at least twenty girls lined up to suck Draco's dick at all times back in the day.
"A for effort." Draco came so fast in Harry's mouth, he almost passed out right there and then. Which would have been an absolute shame because while Harry is inexperienced with his mouth, his dick is pure magic. "How about I return the favour?" Draco raises an eyebrow.
Harry groans at the thought of those pretty pink lips wrapped around his cock.
"You know," Draco whispers in Harry's ear as if it's a dirty little secret. "I have always wanted to suck a cock, just never got the chance to it." Even back in the day, when they were both students, Draco had the urge to take Harry to bed. Draco is kind of glad the alpha rejected him. Now that they are a bonded pair, the sex is even better because their bodies and minds are perfectly compatible.
"Draco," Harry warns. He can't stand the thought of anyone touching his omega in any way.
"And the one time I tried fucking a man, he turned me down," Draco leans back to ensure Harry can see his pout.
"In his defense," Harry keeps a protective hold on Draco as he stands up, now that the omega ate something, they can go back to exploring each other's bodies. Harry decides to forgo his own food because as an alpha he can skip several meals if needed. He is done providing for his mate and now wants to work on procreating instead. "He's a fucking idiot."
"That he is," Draco enjoys being carried by his big strong alpha. Now that Harry is his mate, he knows he will enjoy submitting to his honourable and morally righteous husband. "I can vouch for that."
"I want to fuck you against this wall so bad," Harry presses Draco against said wall, having fantasized about every position when he was knotted to his omega, filling his body with a copious amount of cum. He can't even believe he is horny again. He honestly feels dehydrated still and had to drink a few liters of water to make up for his loss in fluids.
Draco wraps his legs around Harry's waist. "Why don't you?"
"You are not up for that." Harry walks past the wall and carries his mate upstairs instead.
"Who cares what I am up for?" Draco cannot believe the irony. Any other alpha would have had him on all fours, and knotted all day and night. Here is Harry, who is treating his mate like he is a priceless glass vase. Draco knows he is not worth the care and consideration Harry bestows upon him. "You realize you can do whatever you want to me." Draco wouldn't dare say this to anyone else, but he trusts Harry more than he ever has another person.
"Is that supposed to turn me on?" Harry asks, incredulously, as he places Draco on their bed, pulling the covers over him.
"No," Draco says, a little frustrated. "I am saying that you can hurt me as much as you want and there are no consequences. I am legally not allowed to say no to you because you are my alpha. Omegas are nothing more than whores as far as the law is concerned and …"
"Shut up," Harry places a hand on Draco's mouth before any more poison comes out of those pretty lips. "Enough," His eyes glint with anger.
"Sorry," Draco says quietly as Harry makes his way to the bathroom. He comes from a world where all the rules of society are made. They have decided that omegas are worthless and only good for sex and childrearing.
"My mother was an omega," Harry says when he is done brushing his teeth. "Remus is an omega." He takes a deep breath. "Some of my most important people are omegas and I don't like hearing you talk about yourself that way."
"Won't happen again," Draco says, his voice small.
"I think you are okay to take a shower," Harry helps Draco up, and inspects his stomach wound, where the stitches have dissolved, and the scarring is progressing nicely.
"Wanna join me?" Draco tries, knowing it's useless and his alpha is upset with him.
"Not right now," Harry knows that Draco has been conditioned to adhere to archaic, outdated beliefs. Doesn't make it any easier for Harry who wants nothing more than Draco's happiness. How is he supposed to accomplish that when his omega doesn't even consider himself a person? "I think it's best we go to bed." He kisses Draco's forehead and lies down, turning the light off. "Good night."
Draco knows he's messed up, and that he has to fix this. Only right now, the day of hard fucking and the emotional rollercoaster is catching up with him. "Good night," He says before he closes the door behind him to shower.