Draco knows he has to get out of the bath, however, he's got no strength left. The lavender bubbles are making him feel calmer, and he is no longer feeling as if his entire world is collapsing around him. He has to tell himself that he had a bad dream again and again, but there is a big part of him which is afraid that all of the dream is real. Harry is ashamed of him, he thinks of Draco as a useless whore, and that he would rather be with Cedric.
What's worse is that Draco is very much a filthy whore, if what his mother has been saying all these years has any weight, and if it came down to it, Cho fucking Chang would gladly let Harry Potter in her relationship. Even after she had presented, she used to make googly eyes at Harry. She would take Harry as a third partner in a heartbeat. Hell, there aren't any couples out there that Draco can think of, besides Sirius and Remus, who wouldn't accept Harry into their pairing. He is good-looking, kind, tough, and a good earner. He is everything any alpha, beta, or omega would want in everywhere.
Draco is just a pretty face, and good in bed. No wonder Lucius and Narcissa want to sell him, no one would want him for anything more than a sex slave. Even Harry, who has iron-strong control over himself doesn't want Draco for anything more than sex.
"Draco," Harry's voice calls out, "Please, let me in. Are you okay in there?"
"Door is unlocked." Draco wants some space but he doesn't get to tell his alpha to leave. He doesn't get to tell anyone anything.
"Hey," Harry walks in, with a plate in his hand. "Neville said you are in the clear and can have solid foods. I made you those pancakes we have been talking about."
"Thank you." He means it too. Despite his dislike for Draco, Harry seems to be adamant that he is going to treat his omega well. He is a good person and he deserves better than Draco. The omega knows that he should leave already. Severus would come to get him in a heartbeat. However, he has no strength and sinks back in the bath, letting the waning heat of the soapy water wash over him.
"You are welcome." Harry smiles warmly and kindly, the look of it a balm to Draco's soul. "You will love these. It's my mother's recipe."
Draco feels the necklace around his neck. He hadn't bothered taking it off before bathing because he wants to leave it on as much as possible. He remembers the dream vividly. He remembers just how beautiful the chain looked on Cedric. Draco wonders if Harry ever wanted to give Cedric the chain.
When Draco fails to take the plate, Harry offers a bite of syrup-soaked pancake to his mate. "Yummy." He feels the same way about his mate, but there is a time and a place to admit that. Especially when his omega is emotionally distraught.
Harry knows that he should probably self-introspect why he associates Draco with pancakes, especially since his favourite recipe is left to him by his dearly departed mother. Probably best to not know, along with why Draco's slick tastes like saccharine syrup to Harry's taste buds.
"These are good," Draco doesn't know if it's the sugar or the fact that he's done crying his heart out, but he feels better after he's had the pancake. He doesn't think Harry realizes this, but the alpha is obsessed with pancakes.
"I know." Harry puts the plate on the sink. "What was the dream about?"
"I don't remember." Draco sniffles, playing with the bubbles a little.
"You know I can tell when you are lying to me, right?" Harry lowers himself so he is seated, leaning against the side of the bath. "Side effects of being bonded."
"If we are that close then why don't you just read my mind?" Draco knows he is supposed to be subservient, however, he feels so defeated right now, he is reverting to his old ways.
"We are not that close yet." Harry doesn't mind the attitude. It's a relief to see Draco acting a little snarky.
"I don't think we will ever be that close," Draco says coldly.
Harry ignores the sadness he feels at that. "Look, Draco, I know I am not the alpha you want."
"What?" Draco snaps out of his zombie-like state and stares at Harry, noticing the sadness from his alpha's end of the bond easily.
"But we are stuck together," Harry stands up and holds out his arms to help Draco out of the bath. "So we have to talk to each other."
Draco lets Harry help him stand. "You are exactly the alpha I want." Harry is honourable and kind. He is handsome and wants to make the world a better place. Above all, Harry treats everyone with respect. He makes Draco feel like a human being.
If Harry was a douche bag like all the others of his kind, Draco could just turn his brain off, spread his legs, and fulfill his biological directive to obey and submit. Now that Draco knows his alpha is a good person, he wants to go beyond pleasing Harry sexually. He wants a real relationship. God help Draco because he is a fool.
Harry blinks. "I am?" He was not expecting that. He figures Draco would want someone like well, Draco. In a perfect world, Draco would be an alpha, and he wouldn't need Harry at all. Harry doesn't like the idea of such a world. Unless he could be Draco's omega in such a scenario. Or maybe they could be betas together.
"Yes, you are," Draco says as Harry produces a fluffy purple robe and wraps it around him. "Where the fuck do you get these things?" He looks down at himself distastefully. Harry seems to have a collection of ugly clothes in his closet.
"They are mostly presents," Harry says fondly. "Hermione got me that for my birthday two years ago."
"It's soft," Draco remembers Hermione from his dream. His expression is melancholic and brooding. Considering how mean Draco was to her, he deserves what dream Hermione did to him.
"Okay," Harry effortlessly lifts Draco in his arms, bridal style. "You have to tell me what's going on."
Draco is reminded of when Harry lifted Cedric in his dream. "Let me go."
"Excuse me?" Harry obeys, carefully putting Draco down. "Was it about your mother?"
"What?" Draco throws himself in bed again, burying his face in the sheets, smelling Harry on them. "No." For once, his nightmare was not about mother.
"Please tell me what's going on?" Harry lies down beside Draco, "Maybe I can fix it."
"You can't," Draco mumbles, making an annoyed sound when Harry wraps an arm around his waist.
"I will keep guessing until I get it right," Harry announces and pulls Draco closer, draping himself on the blond, but careful not to put weight on him. He knows Draco isn't perfectly healed yet. "Was it about Severus?"
"I don't dream about him." Draco has one perfect relationship in his life, and it's that with his godfather. His subconscious doesn't bring forth any memories of Severus because he is the only person in Draco's life who loves him unconditionally and he is perfectly at peace with that.
"Was it about your father?" Harry's tone is dark. He doesn't know who he despises more: Draco's bastard father or his lunatic of a mother.
"No," Draco mutters. "Go away."
"I am not leaving my room," Harry presses a kiss to the back of Draco's head.
"Then I will go." Draco tries to get up but sighs when Harry effortlessly holds him down. Harry always was stronger than Draco, but now that they are on opposite ends of the gender spectrum, the difference in power is immeasurable.
"What was the dream about?" Harry says after he steals a kiss from Draco, enjoying the syrupy taste on pretty lips. Harry can't help but compare the taste of Draco's slick from their coupling yesterday to the actual syrup they have in their kitchen. Draco tastes so much better to Harry.
"You," Draco admits, after trying hard to get away from Harry but failing miserably. Despite his unassuming appearance, Harry is very strong physically.
"Me?" Harry cuddles Draco close, "What about me?"
"We had a disagreement," Draco adds wryly.
"What kind of disagreement?" Harry strokes Draco's hair.
"You marked Cedric Diggory," Draco doesn't explain the entire dream, just the highlight. He doesn't even remember all of it, just that everyone close to Harry was watching and mocking Draco, as he was rejected by his alpha for another omega. Draco remembers that Harry gave his mother's necklace to someone else. They were going to go mate and Harry was going to impregnate Cedric.
"What?" Harry is confused, "I cannot mark him. He is not my mate." Alphas can be with omegas that don't belong to them, but it is impossible to mark them, at least not safely. The bonding process is based on assigned mates for a reason. If anything, the wrong alpha marking an omega will kill him or her faster. "Draco, it is incredibly dangerous for an unassigned alpha and omega pair to be mated to each other. Both parties will die." He doesn't mean to sound so clinical, but Harry has seen some things during his medical training. Some of the most horrific cases Harry had to treat include burn victims, maimed individuals, and people stupid enough to mate with anyone who wasn't meant for them.
Draco shrugs. He will never confess it, but the robe is incredibly soft against his skin. Granger knows what she is doing. "I didn't say it was logical." He knows the dream is just something his mind made up to mess with him. Draco's mind is an expert at messing with him.
"I am sorry." Harry presses a kiss on Draco's forehead. "I would never do that." He promises. Even if he wasn't on the verge of falling in love with Draco, he wouldn't dare mark an omega who didn't belong to him. Harry cannot believe how easy it is for him to think of Draco as his now when just a few weeks ago, he cringed at the thought of being with the blond forever. Now, it's all he wants.
"You don't have to apologize," Draco looks away from Harry, feeling comfortable in his alpha's embrace. "It wasn't real."
"It still upset you," Harry rests his body beside Draco's, spooning the lean blond.
"Okay," Draco doesn't look at Harry.
"Draco," Harry notices that the blond is clutching the emeralds around his neck as if they will disappear if he doesn't hang on to them. "I don't care about Cedric. We haven't even spoken in years. He is happily mated, and…" Harry blushes as he admits, "now, so am I."
"Harry, we don't have to pretend anymore," Draco says lifelessly. "You are stuck with me and you are too nice to admit it to me or yourself. This is a charade."
"I was never very good at charades." Harry kisses Draco's cheek.
"You…" Draco wants to cry again. "You wanted to have children with him."
Harry cannot believe he is hearing. "Why the hell would I want to have children with him?" Cedric was pretty and all, and the sex was okay and everything, but Harry would much rather impregnate his blond pancake. He needs mental help. Draco is not a food but Harry sees him as something to eat.
"I don't know." Draco buries his face in a pillow, feeling incredibly frustrated. "It was a dream, okay?"
"Firstly," Harry has no idea how he is going to survive being mated to Draco. With the amazing sex, the attraction, and the constant emotional ups and downs, Harry might just have a heart attack soon. "I still maintain that if you want to go on suppressants, it is an option available to you."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Draco sits up, ignoring the slight discomfort he feels at that, and the fact that he is being disrespectful to his alpha.
"No," Harry isn't bothered. He doesn't mind it if Draco is rude. He would rather that his omega voice his true concerns, especially when their bond isn't even that strong right now.
"If you don't want to have children with me, just say so." Draco feels incredibly insulted. Any other alpha would be fucking him constantly, hoping to breed him, but Harry doesn't seem to be interested. "And I am not giving this back." He tucks the chain into his robe and tries to get up again.
"Why the hell would you need to?" Harry doesn't let Draco leave, "I need to know what's going on with you."
Draco feels exhausted all of a sudden. "I don't want you to mate with Cedric Diggory."
"I mated with you." Harry reminds Draco, holding him close. "It is kind of a permanent decision."
"I don't want him to have this," Draco feels the chain again, "Or your children."
"He couldn't possibly be bothered with the chain." Harry knows for a fact Cho constantly spoils Cedric with jewelry and trinkets and on one memorable occasion, a boat bigger than the house Harry lives in with his parents.
Draco looks down, where Harry is caressing the material of the fluffy robe. "And your children?"
Harry slips his hand in the robe, placing it on Draco's stomach, "What about them?"
"Nevermind," Draco blushes, understanding the implications of what Harry is saying.
There are alphas out there deranged enough to keep their omegas pregnant for the rest of their lives because that's just what their biology compels them to do. Thank goodness he ended up with a decent human being for a mate who wants him to have a choice and control over his body.
"Not yet," Harry promises, holding Draco tenderly, "Only when you are ready."
"I am not on suppressants," Draco says, "What if I get pregnant before I am ready?"
"We will just give it to Remus," Harry isn't even joking.
"Maybe I should consider going on suppressants," Draco suggests, not meaning it because those pills can be harsh on a person's body. He just wants to see Harry's reaction.
"I support whatever decision you make," Harry knows that biologically his body is designed to mate and impregnate but his higher thoughts don't allow him to see Draco as someone to be just fucked and bred. He is a person first and foremost. He is Harry's person.
It is hard to admit for Draco that he wants to carry Harry's children. Draco has learned to hide his feelings as a defense mechanism. If no one can know his feelings then no one can hurt him. However, this is his mate. Someone who can read his mind. Lies won't work on someone he is bonded to. "I said no to condoms and birth control pills."
"You did," Harry remembers feeling joy at Draco refusing to take suppressants. "I just want to make sure it was your decision and not something you did to make me happy. You are not pregnant right now. It is not too late to get a prescription."
Draco can feel how hot his face is. He can honestly admit to himself that he wants Harry to cum inside him without any protection every single time. The feeling is important to him because it's the only way he will feel complete.
Harry senses the desire Draco is feeling. "And that's why knotting is so dangerous. It increases the chances of impregnation by tenfold." He has to remind the omega so that he can make an informed decision.
"Gee I wonder why that is." Draco can't help but be sarcastic. "Being impaled on your big cock for hours as you fuck into me again and again," He notices Harry's arousal through their bond and smirks, his tone getting more seductive, "filling me up with your cum. You know what the best part is?"
Harry blinks, his mouth and throat suddenly dry. "What?" And just like that, his higher mental functions are redirected to the part of his brain which can only think mate and must fuck and mine.
"I can't possibly get away." Draco reached between them, cupping Harry's crotch, feeling the hardness. "I can only just lie there and take it, like the whore I am."
"Not whore." Harry frowns, "mate."
That's what makes things so much complicated. As much as Draco wants to be acknowledged as someone Harry loved and accepts, he still wants Harry to use him as a sex object. He likes his alpha and feels safe enough to submit to harry in every way. He is quickly learning that submitting isn't degrading if the alpha is as good-hearted as harry. "But I like being your whore." He pouts.
Those lips will be the death of Harry. "I don't think of you that way, Draco." He thinks of the lovely blond as a mate, partner. and the future parent of his children.
He objects to being just a whore. Just being a keyword. Maybe Draco can slowly work up to a beloved pet Harry appreciates. "Whatever you say." He squeezes Harry's crotch again. "I still owe you a blow job."
"You don't owe me anything," Harry says but lets Draco push him down so he is lying on his back.
"I don't think I can fit it all in my mouth." Draco removes the robe. He would never admit it aloud, but he doesn't want to get cum on it. He doesn't mind if Harry comes all over his face or chest, if anything he would prefer it. "I can try my best."
"I am really big," Harry admits sheepishly. Ginny hadn't dared let him penetrate her. Cedric had managed to take all of him with considerable difficulty and complained about the size the entire few minutes they were together. It had made sense because he ended up with a female alpha, someone who cannot penetrate him sexually. Draco seems to love Harry's big size and had appreciated having his alpha's cock all inside him. Another reason Harry believes they are soul-mates. Their bodies are made for each other, along with their minds and hearts.
"If only you could understand how good it feels inside me." Draco gets wet from the thought alone. He presses a wet kiss to the tip of Harry's cock which is leaking precum. "I was in heaven, Harry. I know you believe in medicine so you should know your penis has healing powers."
Harry blushes embarrassed. Draco had adored taking Harry and had begged for more. Even when asleep, Draco hated it when the knot released and Harry had to pull out. "We are bonded so we can feel each other next time we make love."
"That was not making love," Draco says stroking Harry. "That was real fucking." He says appreciatively.
"Hold it." Harry resists Draco, using his iron self-control. "You can suck me off if you tell me how you feel about me." He hates that he has to withhold sex from his mate but he has a sick feeling that Draco thinks that the only thing he has to offer is his body and the pleasure Harry can get from using it. That is the furthest thing from the truth. Harry is interested in all of Draco, mind, and body.
Draco is almost proud. "Very cunning of you Harry." He compliments, licking the side of Harry's cock.
Harry warns. "Don't." One more lick and he will cum all over that pretty face.
"What?" Draco asks innocently enough. His angelic appearance betraying the fact that he has a massive alpha cock in his hand and his lips are centimeters away from said cock.
"Please?" Harry knows he has to set the tone of their relationship. He can't let Draco continue with this sexual manipulation so that they can form real intimacy.
Draco narrows his eyes, "What is this? Some kind of power trip? It's not enough that you have to fuck my body. You have to do with the mindfucking too?" He is not afraid of Harry using his body for sex, he hopes for that to happen. What he is afraid of is having his heart broken.
"Okay," Harry says as Draco releases his cock and starts to get up. "I will start. I think I am falling in love with you."
Draco stands freezes, staring at his alpha. "Don't play games with me." He warns as Harry grabs his hand and tries to get him to sit again. "I am not some moron who will fall for this trap." He can sense that Harry is sincere however these things can be faked with extreme effort. And considering that Harry is a surgeon with an extremely high intellect he can fake sincerity at a time like this.
"When we were knotted together." Harry feels ridiculous because he is still rock hard. "I felt that my soul was complete. I think we can be very happy together Draco."
"Yes, we can." Draco has a sudden urge to take Harry in his mouth just to shut him up. He can't handle these words. "If you take what you need from me and not play games."
"You are not just some whore." Harry pants a little from the effort of keeping his mind focused. To Harry's mind, Draco is a delicious treat waiting to be devoured. The alpha has no idea how he is supposed to function with so much temptation around. However, to his heart, Draco is his mate, someone to be respected and admired.
"Yes, I am." Draco looks down at his naked body. "I was made for fucking and breeding. "
"You are so much more than that to me." Harry knows that their beginnings were bad at best but they are lovers who are bonded in wedded bliss, not sworn enemies who hate each other.
"What do you want from me?" Draco asks Harry looking beside himself. "I am trying so hard to make you happy and you just keep asking for something which I can't give you."
"I want you to consider the possibility that this might just be a real relationship." Harry says, "and I want your heart as well as your body."
"I don't have a heart." Draco shakes his head. "I am dead inside." It's not even because of everything his parents have done. Draco was born without that special part that makes people human. It's fitting that his one true mate is Harry, who is the epitome of empathy and kindness.
"You have a big heart, Draco," Harry says earnestly. From his end, he can sense that his mate is a good person. "And I think you are just afraid of being having it broken. I would rather die than let you down."
"Please don't." Draco could have handled physical and psychological abuse. Hell, he thrives on it. He can't take Harry's kindness. No one's ever treated him nice like this. "Just let me suck your sick. "
"Okay," Harry says before Draco can start again. "Just know that I mean what I said. You are wonderful."
"I am going to show you exactly how wonderful I am." Draco forces himself to act seductive again. "You will never want another person again."
"I don't," Harry lets Draco take control. "I have never wanted another person." With Ginny, there was companionship, like two old maids settling for each other in old age. With Cedric, there was curiosity in case Harry never found his one true omega. With Draco, Harry can see himself falling in love and living happily ever after. "I love you." He says, more confident of his feelings than ever.
"I bet you say that to anyone who sucks your dick," Draco experimentally sucks the head of Harry's cock, making him slam his head on a pillow.
Harry gasps as Draco starts sucking again, the hotness and wetness of his mouth perfect. "You are my first." He admits, his voice low and raspy.
"What?" Draco says in between licks. "I'm your first?" It makes sense. Betas like Ginny don't care for big cocks, and Cedric looked like he was too uptight to give oral sex. Draco is the exact opposite. Ever since he and Harry met, he has been fantasizing about being on his knees for the alpha. Even as a beta, Draco wanted it bad, which considering they are mates makes perfect sense.
"Yeah," Harry blinks tears out of his eyes, that's how good the sensation is. He wants to last as long as possible, at least give Draco a warning before he comes. "I am sorry."
"Don't be." Draco feels perked up. He hates the fact that Ginny and fucking Cedric of all people got to be with his Harry before him. His only claim to sanity is because neither one of those fuckers got to be knotted by his alpha. Now there is another thing Harry has only done with Draco.
"Oh god, Draco!" Harry moans as the omega sucks on the head of his cock again, and then proceeds to try and take as much of it in his mouth as possible. "Fuck, I am going to…"
Draco can sense that Harry is trying to warn him, as his head moves up and down. As he predicted, he can't swallow all of Harry considering the length and girth, but he tries his best because it's something he wants to work toward. He would do anything to please Harry.
"Please," Harry begs, "I can't..." If Draco keeps up like this he is going to orgasm, and considering he is with his mate, he is going to produce another avalanche of cum, overwhelming the pretty blond.
The plea falls on deaf ears, and Draco keeps up his oral ministrations. He is hoping that his enthusiasm trumps his lack of experience. However, considering this is Harry's first time, and that the alpha is losing his mind right now, Draco feels confident that he has time to overcome the learning curve which naturally comes with giving head. The girls who performed oral on Draco made it look so effortless. He guesses it's because of practice, and the fact that Draco's penis is smaller than Harry's who is packing a much bigger cock.
"Fuck," Harry, thinking Draco hasn't heard him, sits up and rests his weight on his elbows. He stares at the messy blond hair, the pretty and abused pink lips wrapped around his penis. "Fuck you are so beautiful." He admits. This is the most gorgeous sight he has ever seen. His pretty mate sucking his cock.
Draco can sense that Harry is about to lose it, his lips wrapped just around the tip ready to swallow. He underestimated how much Harry would produce, and quickly has to pull off, choking a little as Harry sprays some on his face and chest.
"Oh god," Harry is out of breath and sated, "Sorry."
"Don't be," Draco coughs a little, "Damn." He tried to swallow as much as he can however he has a feeling that it is going to take multiple tries because he can do a good job or swallow every drop. He was mostly focused on keeping his teeth to himself.
"Come here," Harry feels as if his body is made of liquid. "You did such a good job."
"I did not," Draco cannot help but feel warmth and happiness at Harry's praise. He wants to please his alpha so badly.
"Yes, you did. I love you." Harry vows to say it as much as possible because he can sense that Draco liked it. "Ugh," He says after kissing his omega wetly. "Sorry, I just don't taste very good," He licks his cum off of Draco's face, "How can you stand it?"
"It's semen," Draco shrugs. He wouldn't do this for anyone else, but he has always wanted to suck Harry's dick, even before they were declared mates by biology. "I liked it," He admits, loving the way Harry fell apart because of his actions.
"So bitter," Harry cuddles Draco, knowing that the blond is wet and he needs to tend to his needy mate judging from the pancake scent.
"It is intended for reproduction," Draco reminds Harry who is looking at him as if he cured cancer.
"Have you ever tasted yourself?" Harry cannot even fathom that is anything out there more delicious than Draco. "You are so good."
"I am good?" Draco curses his omega biology. Needing Harry's approval is a big part of the deal. He lives for it now.
"You are the best," Harry kisses Draco again, now liking tasting himself on those pretty lips. "I love you."
There is that phrase again, Draco huffs out a laugh. "Am I that good of a cocksucker?"
"I love you," Harry says again, firmly, his eyes intense, and glittering. Draco has never even seen Harry's eyes that colour, instead of their usual emerald or forest green, they are so dark, almost black. "I love you," Harry is going to keep saying it until Draco believes it.
"Uh-huh," Draco doesn't believe it. Harry had a good orgasm, that's it. He can't possibly mean it for real. "I am glad I did such a good job pleasing you, master." He is partly joking, partly serious. Harry is his master now, and keeping him happy is in his sex slave's best interest.
Harry flips their positions so that Draco is on his stomach, "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me." He admits, parting pale globes, making Draco gasp in surprise. "Can I?" After knotting Draco accidentally, he promised himself he will always ask permission before any sex act, no matter how willing his omega seems.
"Huh?" Draco looks back, where Harry is looking at him expectantly. "Can you what?" He is hoping the alpha means knotting again, and then marking. He wants to belong to Harry completely.
"Taste you?" Harry is reminded of the mental image he has of Draco's sweet opening, abused and dripping Harry's cum after being knotted thoroughly.
Draco's eyes widen in surprise. "You want to eat me out?" He cannot believe the hungry look on his alpha's face. Most dominants would never want to do such a thing. Then again, Draco is learning that Harry is not most dominants.
"Yeah," Harry's mouth waters because he can see Draco getting wet and dripping slick already. "I don't want to do it after we fuck. I just want to taste you." While Harry's semen is bitter and has a biological use, Draco's slick tastes good because besides keeping him lubricated for his alpha's cock, it is not necessary for a pregnancy.
"You do?" Draco cannot believe his ears. "Sure," Harry is a little weird but so what. Whatever his alpha wants, he should get. "Ah." He whines when Harry's tongue starts licking into him.
"Okay?" Harry asks, enjoying the taste, "Should I stop?"
"No," Draco feels incredibly embarrassed. "It feels good."
"Does it?" Harry feels a little devious. "Do you like it when I do this?" He kisses the pretty pink hole, sucking a little, smirking when the omega whimpers and gushes a burst of fluid. "Is that a yes?"
"Harry," Draco sobs, burying his face in a pillow. He can sense exactly how much his husband is enjoying torturing him.
"Is that a yes?" Harry says before he sticks his tongue in Draco, and then out again, starting a punishing rhythm.
Draco whimpers again as Harry's tongue fucks in and out of his hole, feeling himself quiver helplessly as he gets wetter and wetter. He means to warn Harry but can't bring himself to form words, only able to moan helplessly.
Harry keeps licking Draco, even the omega mewls and orgasms, arching his back, pushing into Harry's grasp despite finding the sensations Harry's tongue is producing to be too much. "I love you," He is compelled to say again.
"I think I love you too," Draco means to make it sound like a joke, but fails, and considering Harry can sense everything he is feeling, he knows he is in trouble. "Now what else do I have to do to get you to mark me?" He would do anything to get Harry's approval but he is getting impatient. This isn't just about escaping his parents anymore, he actually wants this marriage. He wants Harry.
"Promise me you will never be sad again." Harry turns Draco so he is on his back again.
"How can I possibly promise that?" Draco can't help but find Harry endearing.
"Well," Harry says as Draco's legs wrap around his waist, "Whenever you want something, or are upset about anything, you tell me, and I will make it right."
"So," Draco's lips quirk up in good humour, "You are my sugar daddy?"
"No, I am your best friend." Harry is hard again already, considering how sexy Draco is and how much stamina an alpha body has for procreation.
"Okay then best friend," Draco raises an eyebrow, "Are you going to mark me or am I going to be a spinster forever?"
Harry gives his mate a concerned look, "Should we wait a few hours or are you okay to make love?"
"If you make me wait any longer," Draco threatens his husband, "I am going to go out this house naked and find another alpha to mark and breed me."
Harry knows Draco doesn't mean it at all, but he cannot help the flare of hateful anger he feels at the thought of his precious mate being mated to another man. "I would rather die than let that happen." He could honestly kill another person before he let them see Draco naked and in a state of sexual bliss. "You are mine."
Draco's heart skips a beat. He appreciates Harry telling him he loves him and all, but what he needs is his alpha's possession.
His mate's reaction isn't missed by Harry at all, "I love you," He leans closer to Draco, placing a soft, chaste kiss on pretty lips, "And you are mine."
"Then why won't you mark me?" Draco knows Harry has seen him in every state of vulnerability he can think of, but he can't help but feel ashamed that he is so exposed in front of someone who can live without him, and yet Draco cannot live without Harry at all.
"I am scared of hurting you." Harry admits, feeling Draco's shame through their bond, "I am afraid of losing you."
"Harry," Draco sounds exasperated, "How can you possibly lose me if I am marked?"
"I think that when our bonding is complete," Harry feels comfortable admitting this to his mate, "You are going to go back to pretending to be happy."
"I can't pretend with you Harry," Draco reminds his husband, "You will be able to read my mind at some point."
"There could be some time until that happens," Harry knows that their connection will continue to get stronger, "And until then, I need you to be honest with me."
"I am being honest, you idiot," Draco might just have the only alpha on earth who will let him call him names. "I need you to get me on all fours and mark me."
"I would never take you in such a position," Harry wants their coupling to always be respectful, and doggy style is hardly the way to accomplish that.
"The hell you won't," Draco makes an annoyed face. "Harry," He would never dare say this to another alpha, but he guesses that's the point of being mates, "I like submitting. I want to be on my knees for you, I want you to take me in every position possible, and that includes being on my back and on all fours."
"But I can't see your face." Harry blushes. Draco is so pretty and he looks so good when they are making love and he is orgasming. Plus Harry needs to know of their coupling is comfortable for Draco and be will gauge that better when they are face to face. "It's not comfortable." Harry explains when Draco rolls his eyes, "And it's not intimate." He likes seeing the expressions Draco makes, not just because they are attractive and turn Harry on, but because if the omega is uneasy, Harry can do things differently.
"So," Draco shakes his head a little because he is having trouble wrapping his head around Harry's logic, "Me taking your monster cock until you knot me is not intimate enough for you? What the hell kind of thinking is that?"
Once again Harry is completely different from other dominants. Anyone else would want to fuck their mate doggy style because what better way to knot their omega than like a bitch in heat. Draco doesn't dare say that out loud because Harry may never have sex with him again. He is all about respect and consideration and honour. Draco on the other hand wants to submit because he is quickly learning that the only way to feel complete and good about himself is to please his alpha.
"What if you are uncomfortable?" Harry couldn't stand it if he disappointed his princess mate.
"Then I use my mouth to inform you," Draco says sarcastically, "I am good at using my mouth," he pouts his lips, rolling his eyes when Harry turns bright red. "If I didn't know any better I would swear you are a virgin."
"Okay," Harry knows he has a bad habit of giving in to whatever his mate wants, "If we do this, you have to promise me you will let me know if there is any discomfort."
"I can't believe I need to remind you about this again," Draco turns around so he is on his stomach again, arching his back so that his bum is tantalizingly presented to his alpha, "You can read my mind."
Harry groans as Draco's perky bottom is displayed to him. "You will be the death of me," He says as he crawls over his mate, who gets on all fours.
"What a nice way to go," Draco makes a satisfied sound when Harry thrusts into him.
Harry grabs Draco's hips hard enough to leave bruises, "it is," he agrees as he thrusts at an even pace, afraid to lose control. "I love you." He will keep saying it until he dies and maybe a few years after that.
"Harry…" Draco wants to say it back, but hesitates, "I know." He moans as the alpha fucks into him. This is a more intimate position than when they are face to face. It feels much rougher. "Harder."
Harry doesn't dare obey, even if he promised Draco he would give him everything he asked for. This is a dangerous position as it is, Harry doesn't want to lose control, especially if they are to knot again. "How does it feel?" He asks, wishing he could see that pretty face, addicted to making Draco come apart.
"Good," Draco bites his lower lip so hard it bleeds a little. I love having you inside me, is what he wants to say, but a broken whimper escapes him instead. He doesn't bother asking Harry to fuck him harder because the alpha won't listen. He settles for enjoying the way that massive cock slides in and out of him, giving him the treasured feeling of being full, wanted, and needed. His fucked out mind suddenly remembers their previous coupling, technically their wedding night, and how Harry had lost control when Draco had clenched his hole.
"Draco," Harry warns when the omega squeezes around his cock, "I know what you are trying to do." He stops moving, stilling his hips, but not pulling out.
"I am sorry," Draco tries hard not to burst into tears, but it's hard when he is on his hands and knees, he can't help but think he has displeased his mate. "Harry, please…"
"Hey," Harry moves again, feeling terrible at having upset his mate, "I am sorry," He presses a kiss against a pale shoulder, "Do whatever you want, Draco." He understands that his need to protect Draco from everything sometimes interferes with his need to give his omega everything he wants.
Draco blinks tears away, feeling a little confused, "Will you knot me?"
"I will knot you," Harry pulls Draco's back against his chest, holding him close in a protective embrace, "I will mark you. I will do whatever you want. You are in charge."
"I am?" Draco lets Harry hold him close, feeling safe in his alpha's arms.
"Of course you are," Harry kisses Draco's neck, at the juncture where it meets the shoulder, where the mark will be, "You have always been in charge."
That's just not true. Draco knows he is an omega, and his best skill is to submit, but if Harry wants the illusion of equality, then Draco will use it to his advantage. "I want it rough," He whines when Harry licks the spot he just kissed. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can't think anymore." He wants to forget his parents, his childhood, his college years. He wants to forget the first few years of hell he suffered as an omega. He wants to forget everything before Harry. "I want to be your whore." He wants Harry to take everything he has to offer until he has nothing to give.
"Draco," Harry hesitates again. He knows that once he unleashes that part of himself, there will be consequences.
"Harry," Draco is glad that they are not face to face right now, because tears are flowing down his face, and Harry can't see them. "You say you love me, but you won't help me." He grabs Harry's forearms, wrapping them around him harder, "You are the only thing in my life right now that makes me want to be alive."
"I am never letting you go," Harry holds Draco tightly, pressing a kiss in his hair.
"I need you to make sure that I'm yours," Draco knows that he has to escape his parents, but at the end of the day, he needs a reason to live, and that reason has to be Harry.
Harry can sense Draco's desperation but assumes it's to escape his horrible parents. "I would never let anyone hurt you again." He is incredibly protective of his mate and hopes the feeling comes across through the bond. "I will never let your parents hurt you again." He can smell the tears. He can't believe his mate is so incredibly sad.
"It's not just my parents, Harry." Draco needs to be protected from himself. "I need to belong to you because I feel that," He sniffles, tears still falling, "I am disappearing."
"You are right here, with me," Harry hopes to ground his lovely, hurt mate. "And I am not letting you go anywhere." He pushes Draco on all fours again, growling a little as he thrusts into his mate's body with a pace that has the lithe omega moaning wantonly. "You know why?"
Draco throws his head back, gasping as Harry pounds into his body harshly.
"You are mine," Harry, for once, lets his omega feel the full brunt of his desire, letting his inner alpha take control, letting his knot occur when his body wants it to, "You belong to me," He pumps into Draco's body, not bothering to slow down just because the knot has appeared.
"Harry," Draco's knees falter as he is unable to hold himself up anymore, whimpering as Harry fucks him open with his knot. "Need you," He manages to say as his alpha keeps up a relentless pace, using his body still.
"No one is ever going to have you," Harry says, as his cock releases a copious amount of cum in Draco's helpless body, "Do you feel this?" He leans closer to Draco's ear, never once stopping his cruel and punishing thrusts, "You are going to take all of this and more," He noses along the back of Draco's neck.
"Yes," Draco's lips part as he reaches the edge of orgasm, feeling blissfully content because the hurtful voice in his head has stopped. "Yours." He manages to say as Harry licks and suckles at the spot where the mark is supposed to occur.
Harry reaches under the omega's body, feeling his stomach, "I am going to fill you up and you are going to have my puppies because that's all you are good for, breeding and marking."
Draco cries and comes as Harry bites his neck, breaking the skin with his teeth as he claims his mate.
"I love you," Harry whispers in Draco's ear, as the omega comes down from his high. "Say it back," He orders Draco who is closed to losing consciousness. "Tell me you love me," He can tell that Draco is extra sensitive because the tight little hole is no longer squeezing desperately around his hard cock like a vice, just quivering slightly, filled and knotted. "I don't care if you don't mean it."
"I love you," Draco mumbles, feeling completely safe. He could just stay stuck to Harry all his life, being knotted and savouring the slow, comforting feeling of semen being pumped into his body. "I love you so much." Harry is his lifeline, his salvation. "I need you."
Harry is slowly starting to come back to himself and can take a more languid pace. He can tell that Draco means it when he says he loves his alpha. "I am not going anywhere." His promise falls on deaf ears because Draco is already asleep, exhausted from their aggressive coupling. Harry moves them so that they are on their side, wrapping a protective arm around Draco's sleeping body as they are tied together.