"Where are we going?" Draco lets Harry lead him to the elevator after he is done speaking to the receptionist and grabs a keycard.
"Honeymoon suite." Harry seems real proud of himself.
"What about work tomorrow?" Draco panics a little. Harry's job is so intense, it has him on edge. He gets why the doctor's spouses on medical TV shows are always so frazzled. It's hard being married to a physician.
"I switched with Percy." Harry says, some regret marring his otherwise excited tone.
"What did that cost you?" Draco knows how much Percy hates doing actual work. He is looking to go into administrative duties and gunning for Chief of Surgery. Draco personally thinks that job should go to Harry because he is the best surgeon.
"I am not." Harry feels pride because Draco thinks so highly of him, but there are at least ten senior doctors who outrank him, Percy being one of them. "But thanks. I am competent."
"I would let you stitch me up." Draco is reminded of that day in the hospital when Harry demonstrated his expertise.
"That was basic stuff." Harry feels a blush coming on.
"It was sexy." Draco's tongue is loose because even a sip of rum was too much for him.
"Thanks," Harry gets complimented on his skills a lot but hearing it from Draco does something to him.
"Oh, wow." Draco has been in this hotel with girls before, but never the honeymoon suite. He didn't want any girl getting the idea that he was getting too serious with them. "Nice."
"You deserve a proper vacation to Paris or something." Harry feels bad that he never took Draco anywhere for their honeymoon.
"I like it." Draco sits down on the bed which is adorned with silk sheets. "I never thought my life would be this good." He has lost hundreds of billions of pounds worth of money but his freedom is worth all of it.
"I never thought my life would be this good." Harry mirrors the sentiment. He was living a delusional existence before, thinking he was fine with his lot.
"Are you going to fuck me, or do I have to go find that couple downstairs?" Draco knows the mentioning of that dumb beta couple is going to upset Harry and his husband doesn't disappoint, growling at his mate.
Harry knows Draco is extremely desirable and everyone and their mother is attracted to him. That's the problem with being married to such a gorgeous person. All omegas are alluring but Draco takes it to a new level. Or maybe he is Harry's mate and it's why he feels so biased.
"I don't want them," Draco stops Harry from ripping his shirt. "This isn't like your house, if you ruin my clothes I will have to go downstairs naked and people will see me." He doesn't need his alpha hurting someone and going to prison because some bellboy got hard because of Draco.
"Why do you have to be so attractive?" Harry says miserably. His worst fear is that someone is going to take Draco from him. He is scared to death of losing his omega.
"Should I be ugly like Ginny?" Draco can't help but say. He doesn't really consider any Weasley a competition for Harry's affections because they are so bland but he hates that Harry was with Ginny.
"Ginny wasn't ugly," Harry defends his ex-girlfriend. She has sent out her wedding invitations and worded Harry's as Harry and Guest, deliberately choosing not to mention Draco. Naturally the blond hated that. "Granted she wasn't the prettiest…" Obviously, compared to Draco, she is plain, but everyone is. Who can compare to Draco fucking Malfoy? He thinks.
"Cedric can." Draco can't help but feel bitter insecurity creep in again. He can mock Ginny for being plain all he wants but Harry has had another omega and he was fucking gorgeous.
"Draco," Any other day and Harry would let his mate read his memories and see just how awful the sex with Cedric was but he isn't exactly looking to ruin the mood here. "What do I have to do to prove I am yours?"
"I am drunk," Draco makes an excuse. "I don't know what I am saying."
Harry doesn't push it, but he knows Draco is lying.
"It's just," Draco can't stop talking, "If we weren't mates, would you have dated me?" He cannot get over Harry turning him down in college, when their genders weren't compatible.
"I…" Harry and Draco hated each other for the longest time. Wasted time, but it was more than a decade, and it created problems in their relationship which haunt them to this day. "No." He can't lie, because Draco will know. Their mind link is very strong already.
"I just," Draco stares down at his wrist, at a faint mark from that one time Narcissa burned him. "I can't help but think that this is biology, and we weren't ever meant to be together."
"If we weren't meant to be together then why are we mates?" Harry knows that incorrect cognitions can only be corrected with the truth. "Why are we together?"
"You wanted to save me," Draco feels terrible all of a sudden. It's a sick, horribly uncomfortable feeling and he can't shake it no matter how hard he tries. "And you did."
"I was trying to save you, and ended up saving myself." Harry can't believe he was denying himself this happiness. "And I am going to prove it to you. I don't care if it takes me the rest of my life."
"We have been watching too many romantic movies." Remus loves them so everyone ends up watching them.
"Draco," Harry grabs the blonde's hand, kissing his arms where the faded burn mark is, "Tell me how I can prove myself to you."
"Harry," Draco shakes his head, feeling self-conscious. "I told you, I am drunk…"
"I got jealous today because of you and your ex-girlfriend."
"Who says she's an ex," Draco smirks and then laughs when Harry glowers. "You are so easy."
"Exactly," Harry agrees loudly in the silence and isolation of the honeymoon suite. "I am so easy to rile up, and you never even fucked an alpha."
"Not an alpha male." Draco has had alpha females. Terribly boring. What is the point of fucking an alpha without a knot?
Harry takes a deep breath, annoyed, "And I have been with Ginny and Cedric."
"You sure have," Draco says, bitterly.
"And that's it." Harry spreads out his arms dramatically, "We are only going to be fucking each other now."
"We sure are," Draco feels perked up already.
"So," Harry runs a hand through dark wavy brown hair, "Are we going to move forward or not?"
"I just," Draco wraps his arms around himself, feeling chilly in the air-conditioned room. "I don't know how." He is a deeply insecure person. It explains a lot of his horrid behaviours from his past. He also has a lot of past trauma to navigate. He is safe in the present but his past memories continue to haunt him.
"We are married, and mated," Harry leans forward and hugs Draco around the waist where he is perched at the edge of the bed. "We have sex."
"Amazing sex," Draco strokes Harry's hair, making him purr like a cat.
"So, what more is there?" Harry nuzzles Draco's neck, kissing the mark, "Tell me what more I can do."
"Rough sex," Draco moans when Harry sucks a kiss onto his throat. "Lots of penetration."
Harry pushes Draco on his back, making the blond gasp in drunken surprise. "I keep fucking you, Draco, you don't seem to get the message."
"You are going to have to fuck me harder," Draco says as Harry unbuttons his shirt. "And start knotting me more."
Harry sits up again, sighing as Draco wraps his legs around his alpha's waist. Knotting is a hot button issue with them. Harry thinks he does it too much, Draco wants it every single time. "I can't do it every time." He hates denying Draco anything.
"Why not?" Draco complains, making Harry give him the dreaded speech again.
"It is hard on you physically." Harry starts again, placing a kiss on Draco's wrist, "And it's not good for you mentally."
"How can being connected to you mentally not be a good thing for me?" Draco lifts his hips, helping Harry who removes his pants.
"It has been scientifically proven," Harry knows for a fact because Hermione loves telling him all about alphas and omegas, and all the limited research on them. Considering the taboo associated with discussing mating bonds, the only real new information she can get is from Harry. "That it's not good for omegas to be knotted so much."
"Boring," Draco knows for a fact that if his parents manage to succeed in selling him in sexual slavery, he is going to be knotted every single time he is fucked against his will.
"Over my dead body," Harry knows Draco can't help thinking these things but he wishes he could banish these thoughts from his mate's mind.
"I hope so," Draco knows that if Harry dies, so does he. He doesn't want to live without his mate.
"What am I going to do with you?" Harry asks, exasperated. Draco's mind is so good at coming up with the darkest thoughts possible.
Draco asks, pouting when Harry presses a gentle kiss on his lips. "Use me." There is only one person on this planet he trusts this much and the alpha is too stupid to take advantage.
It's precisely because Harry would never take advantage that Draco trusts him so much in the first place. It's a real catch twenty-two, one that Draco never thought he would come across.
"Why don't you, use me?" Harry suggests, kissing Draco chastely again.
"What?" Draco sits up as Harry releases him. "What do you mean?"
"You wanted me before you presented, right?" Harry undresses, appreciating Draco's admiring gaze all over his naked body. "Why don't you have your way with me?"
A slow wave of desire takes over Draco, beyond his usual need to be fucked by his mate. "I can do whatever I want?" He can't believe this is happening. He feels like a kid in a candy store. For him that includes physical and mental manipulations.
"Anything you want." Harry lays down on the bed, slightly chilly as the cool silk sheets touch his naked back. "Have fun." He knows Draco can be dangerous when given free rein like this, but his angelic looking devil could stab Harry with a sharp knife and the alpha would still enjoy it.
When hesitation marks beautiful features, Harry reaches out a hand, and presses it against his omega's cheek, "I trust you."
"I wouldn't," Draco grabs Harry's arms and ties his wrists to the headboard, knowing full well his alpha can escape anytime he wants.
"How long have you wanted to do this?" Harry asks, amused as Draco presses kisses into his throat.
"Too long," Draco's voice is a low, needy whisper. "I have wanted you so long." He stares into emerald green eyes, "I have been obsessed with you since the day we first met, do you remember?"
"I remember," Harry has an excellent memory. "I remember all of it."
"You were so terribly dressed," Such a handsome young alpha should have had better clothing. Draco wanted to take Harry shopping, and suck his dick.
"I was eighteen." Harry says a little defensively. "Not everyone has your sense of style."
"You looked so good," Draco sucks a pert nipple, making Harry gasp, "I wanted you all to myself."
"Yeah right," Harry presented quite young, Draco was still a beta. "I was such a nerd."
"Was?" Draco raises a perfect blond eyebrow.
"Am," Harry arches his back as Draco nuzzles his crotch. "I don't deserve you." He admits. He has been a terrible mate to Draco, never looking for him, leaving him with those monsters for years and years.
"Yes," Draco sucks a wet kiss into the tip of Harry's engorged cock, "You do," he has made it a mission that he is going to swallow all of Harry, and today he will succeed.
"Fuck," The back of Harry's head hits the headboard, but he scarcely notices it, as Draco bobs his head up and down in his lap. "I love you so much," He gasps out, trying not to come so suddenly. He knows it will overwhelm his mate again and the blond will feel terrible.
Draco lifts his head, releasing his husband's cock, his abused lips a darker red, slick with Harry's precum. Just when the alpha can't imagine his mate can get any more beautiful, Draco tops himself every time.
"P-Please," Harry's green eyes are a little teary, "Don't stop." He always thought his self-control was infallible but Draco managed to bring out his vulnerable side. "I love you."
"I won't stop," For the first time in his life, Draco actually has power over an alpha but he doesn't want it. "I love you too." He wants to please Harry more than anything. He reattends to his beloved task, enthusiastically sucking the massive cock he has come to love and cherish so much.
"Fuck," Harry comes with a roar down Draco's throat, "I am sorry." He came without warning, and judging from his mate's coughing, the blond wasn't expecting it. He simply cannot control himself with Draco's pretty lips on him.
"I need more practice," Draco sighs and rests his head on a muscular thigh, "I still can't suck all of you." How can he be Harry's perfect little whore if he can't even swallow all of his alpha's load?
"I am not complaining," Harry knows he can escape the ties, but he respects Draco's decision to bind him up, and stays bound to the flimsy restraints. "You did a good job." He promises, smiling reassuringly when his mate looks up from his lap.
"You better not be lying to me," Draco says, he can hear Harry in his head, showering praises, but he doesn't believe he is good enough for his mate.
"You sucked my brain right out of my dick," Harry wishes he could switch their positions, tie Draco up and pound him right into this bed.
"Remember when you failed me?" Draco straddles Harry's waist, staring down at him like a judgmental saint, despite being completely naked, his hole dripping wet, and his lips licking Harry's cum trying to catch all of it.
"Huh?" Harry asks, confused and then remembers the context. He was a teaching assistant and he had to be ruthless or Snape would have fired him. "Oh god, you are still mad about that?"
"You gave me a zero," Draco grabs Harry's cock again, "Hurry up and get hard again," He pouts, when the alpha gives him a disbelieving look. "I thought alphas were able to go all night long." He taunts Harry a little, goading his mate into aggression. Technically, he has permission to be as deceitful as he wants.
"Draco," Harry says in a warning tone, his pupils blown. He knows he promised his mate anything he wanted but he doesn't want to be tricked into acting like a total caveman. Except that his alpha hindbrain is pleading with him to fuck, mate, and take. That's all he wants to do. Just take everything from Draco.
"Then take it," Draco is pleased at his husband's thoughts. "Take everything." He wants Harry to own him in every sense of the word, to be just a fucked-out mind slave until he can no longer have the painful, horrid memories he constantly lives with. He is tired of living like a victim, he wants Harry to heal him and save him from himself.
"Or what?" Harry really is losing his mind, he easily frees his wrists and grabs Draco's arms in a bruising grip.
"Or I call Pansy." Draco makes sure to vividly imagine this hypothetical, imaginary encounter, "And she will bring Blaise, and I will say yes to everything they want me to do." He lets Harry see Blaise and Pansy in his mind's eye, holding him down, of the other alpha knotting Draco as Pansy forces him to eat her out: an imagery vision dear Pansy had so intensely described to him the last time she asked him over for a sleepover.
That would be why Draco no longer takes her calls.
"Fuck you," Harry feels rage so intense, he has never felt such an extreme emotion before, "Fuck you, Draco." He flips their positions, his grip on Draco's arms never wavering.
"Yes," Draco gasps in pleasure as Harry penetrates him harshly, filling him completely in one fast movement of his hips. "Fuck me."
Harry knows he is falling into Draco's trap. He doesn't care. He keeps thrusting punishingly into the inviting, wet, slick hole, bruising creamy thighs as he grips them. "I won't let it happen." He growls like an animal. "I will never let anyone else have you."
Draco doesn't even have it in him to be pleased that Harry fell victim to his trap, he is just so blissfully blank mentally from Harry's rough handling. He can tell that his alpha is still holding back, too careful to completely let go, but he will take the almost painful slide of Harry's cock in and out of his inviting hole, his alpha's grip bruising on his arms and thighs.
Harry promised himself he wouldn't knot Draco this month at all, choosing to give his lovely mate rest, but he can't help the base of his cock from swelling. The mental image that Draco presented of Blaise knotting him agonizing to his mind, practically torturing him. He knows his mark will never fade from Draco's neck but his teeth find their way to that familiar spot, licking and sucking, worrying that his possession will fade from his mate's body.
Draco lets out a grateful moan as Harry's knot stretches him out, keeping his alpha's cum inside him. He whimpers when Harry kisses him forcefully, his tongue slipping in and out of that bruised, red mouth, which still tastes of his cum. "That's all you are good for," Harry finds himself saying out loud instead of censoring his thoughts like he usually does. "Sucking my dick."
"Fuck," Draco finds himself having another orgasm, his hole quivering helplessly around the thick knot stretching it. The invasion feels like a balm to his soul, even if it is almost painful to his body. Despite his anatomy being made for it, knotting is painful, and Draco can see why his alpha holds himself back so much.
"How about I knot you everytime, huh?" Harry reads Draco's mind, his pupils blown, the green having vanished. "Every. Single. Time?" He kisses Draco in between the whispers.
"Yes, p-please." Draco sobs. He doesn't regret sending his mate into such a rage, but it feels so good to have his body used without any regard for his well-being. Usually, Harry holds back too much.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't knot you every day?" Harry threatens Draco, enjoying the moans escaping pouty lips. He reaches between them, where their bodies are pressed together. "Gives me a better chance of getting pups." He smirks when Draco orgasms yet again, the thought of being pregnant with Harry's children arousing him. "Or maybe I should go impregnate someone else?" He laughs cruelly when Draco shakes his head, pleading with his mate.
"Please don't," It would kill Draco if someone else had Harry's children. "Please, H-Harry," It's hard for him to speak when knotted but he has to convey his misery at losing Harry to someone else. "Please don't."
Harry feels malicious enough to mention Cedric, but his real self is starting to come back, his inner alpha taking more of a backseat now that he has filled Draco with enough of his cum. "I won't," His eyes soften when Draco pleads for forgiveness for having mentioned Blaise. "Don't do it again." He warns. He has taken a vow to preserve human life at all cost but he couldn't possibly let anyone see Draco like this, naked, exposed, vulnerable and most importantly, fucked open and knotted. This is Harry's. He would kill to keep it all to himself.
"It's yours," Draco tries to reassure Harry, but is not very convincing with tears in his eyes. He can see that the black in Harry's eyes has given away to their usual beautiful calming green. His mate is back to himself. "I swear."
"You don't have to," Harry places a comforting kiss on Draco's forehead, "I marked you." It's a promise they made to each other. A centuries old tradition which means they belong to each other. "I am sorry I lost control like that," He shifts his weight off of Draco, letting them lie down, side by side, still connected.
"I am sorry I provoked you." Draco wanted the rough fucking he wanted, but the mental pain isn't worth it, neither for Harry nor for Draco.
"I know," Harry gave permission for it, but he is sorry too. "You are not getting free reign again." It seems that Draco's sadistic tendencies may just end up hurting them both.
"Can't blame you." Draco gasps when Harry shifts inside him, the thick cock buried inside him hits that special spot which always makes him cum harder.
"Sorry," Harry doesn't mean it, enjoying Draco's orgasm more than he does, taking pleasure in the knowledge that Blaise will never have this.