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by Taihxhxhxhx

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Chapter 1: Chapter 1/3

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Draco arrived home, finally. He was so tired he felt like sleeping for five years. He was in the field the whole day, watching over the game between the Appleby Arrows and the Caerphilly Catapults. They seemed like they wanted to kill each other that day, and he had to fix two legs, three shoulders, and send two to St Mungo's because he couldn't just fix them on a stretcher.

He wasn't living on the Manor, now. Not anymore. He and his mother moved to a smaller, cosier house. It was still big and beautiful, like all Malfoy states, but this one was his mother's only, and it looked pretty feminine and floral, with light pink walls and golden details. His father never liked it much, but being in Azkaban, he had no saying in it. Draco loved it. His bedroom had huge windows and he had an amazing view of his mother's garden.

He took off his robes as soon as he stepped in his bedroom, heading to his en suite and taking a shower. He was too tired to wait for a bath. He took off his hair from the braid it was in, letting it fall by his shoulders. He analysed its length, looking pleased to see it was almost reaching his bum. Sometimes he got tired of taking care of it, but he loved his hair long anyways.

After showered, clean and dry, he put on some shorts and a tee and sat down on his desk. He was about to grab a piece of parchment and a quill when he remembered the device his boyfriend had given him a few months before. He opened his drawer, grabbing the little muggle machine with the name NOKIA on top, and looked at the bars that said if it had energy or not. It still had two bars, so he guessed he didn't need to ask Harry to charge it just yet.

Now, the button pressing. He took a while to learn how to do it, but after two months, it was almost natural. He counted on his head.

444 6 28 44666 633

"Im at home already. Are you fine? Is your leg okay? Please don't dive like that again. I want you to be alive for our marriage."

A whole day in the air never failed to net Harry a few injuries. As he took in his appearance in the mirror, he realised that age was catching him up a bit. The spells didn't heal him as quick as they used to, and the bruises on his knuckles and torso looked angry.

He lived outside the city now, in a small village near the south coast. It was beautiful, stone walls and wards strong enough to keep the public and the press at bay.

He felt like he'd finally found the peace that he'd sought all his life. This was heavenly, and it missed only one thing. His boyfriend, who he'd been serious about for the best part of a year. Merlin! Draco had turned his head from the first moment he'd seen him at the side of the Quidditch pitch at the end of last season, working as a field Healer.

Harry had been drawn almost unconsciously to the man, his lush long hair and his skilled, serious manner as he worked on his teammates. If he could improve only one thing, it would be have him embrace muggle technology a bit more! It'd taken weeks to get him using that phone.

As if he had summoned the item into use, Harry heard Draco's ringtone. Laughing at his worries, Harry guaranteed he would be very much alive for their marriage. He was very excited about that particular event.

"So do you want to come over Draco? We could have takeout or I could make something. I know your opinions over my cooking but I'm sure I can change your mind... Tell you what, if you decide to wear those gorgeous shorts I'll even stretch to some dessert..."

Harry knew Draco was traditional, but he couldn't resist the teasing. It felt like every part of his fiancé had been personally created to please him.

Draco was looking to the mobile as if he could will Harry to answer faster. He jumped a little when the thing made that chirpy sound that Harry assured him he could change, but he still didn't know how. He tried to hide his excitement, even though he was alone in his bedroom.

"Didn't I do enough for you by fixing your damn leg? But I guess I can be persuaded. I'm actually craving some pizza, and you're the only one who knows how to order it. So maybe you can have me some mozzarella pizza while I change into appropriate attire. See you in 15?"

He texted back. He knew he would end up in shorts anyway, he had started to fancy having free legs all the time, and if Harry got the hots for him because of it, he didn't mind.

Draco changed into newer shorts, one that hugged his arse just so, but he made sure to use a long enough tee shirt that hid it from view. It was Harry's, and it had some cartoon on the front. Draco didn't know what it was, but it was comfy and big enough to almost reach his thighs. Draco brushed his hair, making sure it was silky and perfectly straight, before he put on some sandals, because right now, the only thing he wanted was to be comfortable. He headed to the hearth, grabbing some flu and saying Harry's address.

He looked around the living room, searching Harry with his eyes.

"Harry?"

"Well, you're a sight for sore eyes. You're obviously using your Healer skills to heal those too, because I'm feeling better just looking at you..."

Harry was physically much bigger than Draco. While his fiancé was slight, Harry was wide and muscular, tall and very strong. All his years on the quidditch pitch had made him physically powerful. Pulling Draco to him, he kissed the top of his partner's hair, sliding his arms around his shoulders. He was careful to respect his fiancés boundaries, never wishing to push him too far, yet with every meeting Harry found himself falling more strongly and more deeply for Draco. Harry couldn't help but admire his slight, delicate body as he held him near him, the material of the shorts sliding invitingly across his leg...

Not wanting to get carried on the feeling, Harry pulled away. Brushing his lips once more on Draco's hair, he moved off to the door. The pizza had arrived and Draco liked his dinner promptly. It wouldn't do to keep him waiting when he was so hungry.

Draco rolled his eyes, trying to avoid smiling, but it was obvious he was holding it back. He sighed happily when Harry hugged him, feeling warm all over. Harry was so big compared to him, that Draco felt his legs shake a little. He also had to control his own urges. It's been a little more than a year that they were dating, and every passing day, Draco felt more and more attached to Harry. He was beautiful, and sexy, and Draco often had naughty dreams starring Harry, but he couldn't give in.

If there was a thing that Draco loved more than Healing and Harry, it was tradition. He wasn't the most traditional person ever, it would've been his father, but he still valued a good tradition. And it meant that they weren't to have sex until after their marriage. When Harry asked for his hand - to his mum, as tradition said -, Draco felt over the moon. Now, he couldn't wait for it, because he wanted to give in.

He loved that Harry respect his boundaries and never pressed him to do anything he didn't want. That boundaries were born not only from tradition, but also because Draco had a few differences about his body. He was born intersexed, as it was somehow common for pureblood babies, specially nowadays with such small number of families. They had magical treatments to keep them fertile, and special babies like him, were treated as a rare diamond. Draco was taught to hide himself from view and remain pure and untouched until marriage. He was treated as a boy his whole life, although he knew, if he wished, being who he was, his family would've accepted him as a girl, or even both.

Sometimes Draco wanted Harry to touch him more intimately, and once, when he was feeling bold and closer to his PMS and his tiny breasts were super sensitive, he let Harry touch them. He had come with that touch only, and he felt super guilty for not giving nothing back to Harry, so he let him peak under his shirt. From time to time, Draco felt super embarrassed knowing that Harry had seen his chest this one time. But most of the time, he forgot about it. Especially when there was pizza around.

"Is it mozzarella?" Draco asked behind Harry's back, holding his waist and trying to look at the pizza box, as if he could see through it.

As much as Harry was growing to love Draco, his hunger won out and within a few minutes both were enjoyed the pizza. As he ate, Harry thought how beautiful Draco looked when he was relaxed, happy and enjoying himself. His fiancé spent so much time on his appearance, and how he presented himself to the world, it was a simple pleasure to see him looking so carefree.

But he was so gorgeous. His skin so flawless, soft as the hair that rolled down his back in a silver sheet. Every night Harry fantasised about their wedding night, about how he was going to use Draco in every position he'd ever been able to imagine. Harry knew that Draco had biological differences, and that thought was so utterly alluring to him. He wanted to kiss, caress and love Draco everywhere, worship his body in the way that he deserved. They had shared an incredibly erotic experience when Draco had shown him his beautiful breasts. Even the thought of them made Harry hard, and he knew that their wedding couldn't come fast enough.

But one of the most attractive parts of Draco was his traditional nature that guided his actions. It was so exciting to Harry that Draco was pure, virginal and had waited for his love. He wanted to make everything incredibly special, and knew that their wedding would only be the first step in a full and wonderful life together.

His eyes drifting over his beloved, taking in every part of him. He knew he was a lucky man. After they ate, perhaps Draco would tell him more of what he wanted their wedding to be like. After all, it couldn't come fast enough.

Draco tried to stay prim and poised when eating, but pizza... It was hard to eat pizza like a gentleman, especially when he had an oaf of a boyfriend at his side. It was delicious, though, and he didn't care he was licking his fingers after.

"So... Our marriage is in three months. I think I have found the perfect place for our ceremony," Draco started, turning a little to look directly to Harry. They were on the sofa, because they couldn't bother eating properly at the table."Also... Do you know someone who could cast the bonding spell on us? It must be a very important person. And you know a lot of important people."

"I certainly do know a few important people... but it still has to be somebody we love and care about. I won't have anybody at our bonding that isn't somebody we absolutely want there. Luckily, I happen to have been at school with our current Minister for Magic so hopefully that's important enough for you?..."

Harry loved to please Draco. While his taste ran to the more simple things in life, nothing pleased him more that getting Draco smiling. Of course, he could imagine all the fancy clothes and flowers Draco would think absolutely necessary, but he's put up with anything to make this man a permanent part of his life.

He knew that this was it for him, the very moment they had first spoken. Draco had never treated Harry the way others did. Harry had been with so many other lovers, nameless faces that blurred into one another as the last few years had passed. Draco was different. From the first time he'd said a clear no, and explained his principles, Harry had wanted him. For the first time, this Harry understood this was a man with perfect self-respect and understanding of what he wanted. God's, he wanted him badly.

"Tell me then, sweetheart. Where is this place you've chosen for our ceremony. I'm intrigued..."

Draco smiled with his words, rolling his eyes and resting against Harry, thinking a little.

"It would be awesome to have the Minister to perform our bonding. I'm sure it will be out on the news even if there's no reporter there." Draco grabbed one of Harry's arms and put around his own shoulder, tucking himself on Harry's side. He put his legs close to his body, and continued. "It is one of the old Black estates. We haven't done anything with it because it's only an empty land with some greenery. But I think that we can have it all trimmed and full of flowers by the time we marry, and a beautiful gazebo in the middle. It will have space for all of our guests and we wouldn't have to talk to anyone who might tell other people where our marriage is happening. What do you think?"

He looked up at Harry, big, grey eyes waiting. He knew Harry has had other lovers before him, and it made him a little nervous. What if he wasn't good enough? What if Harry didn't like his body? What if he didn't like the way he was? Draco worried his bottom lip, trying not to listen to his worries.

"Sweetheart, that all sounds so beautiful. You've thought of everything. Kind, beautiful... I'm a lucky man... The Black Estate it is then. I'll leave all the other preparations in your capable hands".

Harry felt absolutely superb sitting so close to Draco. So much smaller than he was, it was as if they'd been made to fit together. He was warm, his hair soft in his fingers and his breath against Harry's neck smelt sweet and intoxicating. He wanted take Draco, mark him, love him forever. But he knew that it could wait. They would have forever.

Harry could see that Draco felt worried. He was biting his bottom lip, always a tell he was anxious. Stroking his face, as he met his eyes, Harry decided he needed to know.

"Talk to me, lovely. What is it you're thinking about? Somethings upsetting you, but you have to tell me..."

Draco smiled, happy that he could proceed with the planning. He knew Mrs. Weasley wanted to play caterer and have all the food preparation on her own hands, and he didn't want to fight that. He also knew his own mum would want to decorate everything, and so he would leave it to her. The only things he and Harry had to worry about were their clothes, the guest list, sending the invitations, and... Well, showing up. They already had their best man and maid of honour, so it wasn't something to worry about.

He was surprised by Harry's question. He blinked, trying to remember what he was thinking so he could answer.

"It's... Stupid, really. Just... I worry that our first night is going to suck. Because... I mean, you have done it before. So I guess you're good at it. I have never... I have never had sex. The first time you touched me more intimately, I made a fool of myself. I worry that I won't be able to give you what you need."

Draco tried to say it like it was just a fact, nothing more, but it worried him still.

Harry never failed to be surprised by Draco. Here was a man, working at the top of his profession, a confident, sweet and enthusiastic person. Yet, here he was, worried about disappointing him. Surely, Draco knew that the only way he'd ever disappoint Harry was if he wasn't true to himself. Harry needed to be careful about what he said next. He couldn't take the risk of hurting his fiancé.

"Well, yes, I've had sex before. And you know what? None of those people meant anything to me. All of those people wanted the saviour, the Harry Potter Quidditch star. They didn't see the real person. You do, you always have and that's why I want to marry you... In some ways, it'll be my first time too, because I've never had sex with a person I loved before. And I love you, I truly do... And what do you mean, you made a fool of yourself? I promise you, touching you has stayed with me every waking moment, and haunted my dreams too. You have no idea what you do to me, how much I desire you... you're everything I need, the completion of my dreams. I want you in every way, body, mind... And I want you to have my babies too, I want to see you big with our children, and love and support you..."

He faltered, unable to say more. Harry was a brave man, but he couldn't look at Draco then. He was afraid of what he'd see in his big, grey eyes.

Draco felt his heart jump in his ribcage, his body tingled with love and pleasure. He raised himself on his knees, so he could look Harry directly in his eyes, and balanced himself by holding onto Harry's square shoulders.

"I was afraid of asking if you liked that... I've never felt comfortable with... Showing myself before. I've always used chest binders when growing up and... For many reasons, I've never told anyone what's inside my pants. When I decided to tell you, it was because I knew you were it for me. And that I wanted you to accept me as I am. I would dread to use spells to fix my appearance every day of my life," Draco swallowed saliva, his heart beating even faster now. "And... you know, that according to my personal beliefs, I'm starting to get too old. I should've had babies like five years ago. So I'd... love to have your babies. The more, the better. All of them with beautiful black hair and green eyes, just like you..."

Harry looked at his loved one. This was more than Draco had ever said before. He was startled at the strength of his feelings at that moment.

The idea that Draco had ever considered using spells to change his appearance was devastating. He thought the man in front of him was beautiful - a gift that had been created to fulfil his every dream - and he wanted to hex anyone who'd ever made him feel less than perfect. He wanted Draco to be proud of his body, and he'd stand by him every moment until he was.

And the idea that they could have a baby... babies... was amazing. A part of him didn't want to wait, a feral, deep rooted need to rut his baby into his lover's body washing over him. He knew that Draco was traditional, and Harry would never hurt him, so he could never act on it now... but once this body was offered to up to him after their marriage, he knew he'd not be able to stop.

He leaned in, pressing chaste kisses onto Draco's forehead, stroking his fingers through the soft hair that framed his face. Rubbing his thumb along his lips, he asked if he could kiss him. Every boundary was precious, and he wanted Draco to feel as comfortable as he could be.

Draco closed his eyes, breathing in Harry's scent and sighing happily. If someone had told him three years ago that Harry Potter was going to be this gentle and caring as a boyfriend, Draco would've laughed on their faces. But now... Harry was treating him like a prince, and Draco loved it. He loved every second of it, because he felt loved, he felt like he was perfect, and it was a thing that he hadn't felt for a long time.

He moved his own head, touching his lips to Harry's and holding on his tee shirt, opening his mouth, giving permission so Harry could explore it.

Harry felt privileged to be able to touch Draco like he was doing. The kiss was warm, intimate and held all the promise of their future. Harry deepened the kiss, finding Draco's mouth incredibly soft.

He tasted delicious, and Harry knew then that he'd never shared a more perfect kiss with anyone. Yes, Harry had been with many people, one night stands that had meant so little. But so often, kissing was just skipped over to get straight onto more sexy activities. Harry had never appreciated that with the right person, a kiss could be the most beautiful thing. He was exposing more of his soul in this kiss than through any of his previous sexual encounters.

Harry could feel his body reacting to the kiss, and he knew that it would take only one look from Draco for him to carry him into bed. But he'd never put his beloved into the position of feeling pressured.

Pulling away, panting and red-faced, Harry said they needed to take a break. Going into the kitchen for dessert, he couldn't help but reflect that his fiancé was simply irresistible.

This was one of the times that Draco wished Harry would just touch him. He was getting carried away with the kiss, and his body tingled and warmed all over. He wanted more than just a kiss, even though he wouldn't give more than just touching. He knew Harry had to hold back much more than he had, and it was pretty obvious to see his erection under his clothes as he left to get them desserts.

Draco smiled, pleased and guilty. Pleased because he loved to know his kiss and his body caused that effect on Harry. And guilty because... Yes, he know that he couldn't give more to him. Or maybe he could. He worried his bottom lip once again, thinking. How could he ease this pressure on Harry but not open his legs before the marriage?

He got up, going after Harry in the kitchen.

"Harry... I was thinking..." Draco touched his back to the kitchen wall, looking up to his fiancé. "I feel like I'm putting too much pressure on you with all this waiting. And I know I can handle more than you, because I've never had sex and you... Well, what I am trying to say is that... Maybe I can help? Giving you a little more? I'm not up to taking my pants off, but... Maybe I can use my hands? Even..." At this point his was beet red, and he swallowed saliva, feeling his pleasure pool in the middle of his legs with the mete thought. "Even my mouth?"

Harry was incredibly shocked to hear these words come out of Draco's mouth. He felt guilty, too because he'd been so hard just moments before. He didn't want anything to compromise Draco's principles, and he didn't want to pressure him.

But at the same time, he was fascinated by the idea that Draco wanted to take things further... Always so shy about his body, so lacking in confidence about sex when they spoke, would it prove to him that he was more than enough, that Harry was so erotically charged by Draco?

"I don't know, Draco... you've never suggested that kind of act before... of course I want to, I'm desperate for you. If you want to touch, really truly, then we can... but I think we should try that first..."

He held Draco's hand at that point, to reassure and show love. If initiate touching was what the other man wanted, then he could also lead him to their bedroom.

Draco held his hand back, and squeezed it a little. He was trying to build confidence inside himself. He wouldn't just open his legs, he still had principles, but as long as he didn't lose his virginity, he would be doing what he needed to do. He didn't think Hermione would likely perform the virginity confirmation spell, being who she was she probably thought it was plain sexism. He didn't mind the spell, but he thought that maybe he was taking it too far.

Well, Draco wanted. He wanted something. Every time he felt that Harry was aroused because of him, he wanted to give in. Touching him in any way would ease that need.

"I want to touch you. Harry, I know I'm traditional, but I'm not a prude," Draco started, raising his chin as if to try to prove his point, even if Harry towered over him. "I have needs and I desire you just like you desire me. I just want my first time to be meaningful and respective of tradition. It doesn't take the want away. I... I'd like to see you naked. Ironically, you've seen my chest but I've never seen your..." He eyed meaningfully Harry's crotch before looking back to his eyes. "Believe me, I want it. Maybe... Maybe I'd like you to touch me above my navel too. It's only three months. We... I guess, we can play before it, can't we?"

"You're right", Harry said, his voice hoarse. "It is only three months... And I do want you. Every time we're close I'm hard for you. You're playing on my desires like no man ever has before. If this is what you truly want, I suggest we move upstairs-"

Squeezing Draco's hand once more, they moved slowly up the stairs. Every so often, Harry would pull his loved one to him, kissing his hair or finding his lips. So rarely are you aware, Harry marvelled, that you are taking part in events that you'd remember for the rest of your life.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

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As they entered their bedroom, Harry was hyperaware of how meaningful this was for Draco. He wanted it to be special. Stripping off his top, and sitting down on the bed, he beckoned Draco over to him.

Draco followed him, his heart beating too fast. He loved that Harry prepared him from time to time, kissing his lips and his hair, touching his arms and waist. He couldn't help but shiver, though. He was nervous. It was the first time he would probably touch another man's cock. It was overwhelming in so many ways.

He looked at Harry's body when he took off his top. He was so beautiful. Muscular because of the sport, his eyes intense, his body big and strong. Draco sighed, licking his lips and holding the hem of his own tee shirt while he walked closer to Harry.

Looking at him intently, he held his tee shirt even harder and, in one swift move, took it off. His hair fell over his shoulders like a silver veil, his chest going up and down with his heavy breathing. He was so pale he was almost shining. From the sectumsempra spell, he had only one scar, near his ribcages, but it was small and he hoped Harry wouldn't notice it. His breasts were small, barely fitting inside his own small palm, like pale plums on his chest. His nipples were pink and hard with desire, and he felt so nervous, and so aroused at the same time, he felt like he would pass out.

He got even closer to Harry, letting his tee fall down on the floor, and reaching for one of Harry's hands. Slowly, his own hand trembling nervously, he put Harry big, callous hand over one of his breasts. The contact was hot, new, incredibly alien and delicious. Draco slightly closed his eyes, a pleasured sigh coming out of his mouth.

Harry's heart was racing as Draco moved towards him. The other man's body was so perfect. He looked as if he'd been sculpted from marble and brought to life.

Of course, he was incredibly turned on, his cock heavy and hard as he saw this vision before him. But he didn't want to rush this, he wanted to take his time and make sure that Draco felt safe all the time they were together.

Harry felt the most wonderful erotic charge as he stroked Draco's breasts. They were warm and smooth, and he rolled the taut little nipples in his palm. They felt so good underneath his rough fingers, like the softest silk, and it left Harry panting, feeling so much need for this man and everything about him.

Pulling Draco to him, he moved his lips to his loved one's nipples. Moving so slowly, so afraid to startle him, he made the tiniest of licks with the end of his tongue. The pebbled hardness tasted delicious, and Harry felt like he was burning on the inside. This, he thought, was what his life had been missing.

Draco moaned at the touch, having to hold on to Harry's shoulder so he wouldn't fall down. He never felt this before, and it seemed like his whole body was about to explode.

When his mouth substituted his fingers, Draco almost screamed. It was so tender, so hot, so wet. His pants were soaking, and he knew he could die if he didn't have this every day until he died.

"Haaarry..." Draco was pleading, but he didn't know for what. For more? For less? He touched Harry's hair with one hand, biting his bottom lip so he'd remain on control of himself. "Harry... Let me touch you... "

Harry body felt utterly enticed by Draco. An insatiable greed had overtaken him at that first taste, and while he couldn't, wouldn't ever demand, he knew that whatever Draco gave he would eagerly take. His whole body felt inflamed with want.

On hearing Draco gasp his name, Harry pulled away, desperately finding his fiancés eyes, looking for assurances of his happiness. And, yes, yes, Harry wanted Draco to touch him. So much.

Harry felt massively excited, his cock rigid and unyielding. He wanted to be gentle, didn't want to force this. Taking Draco's long, thin fingers in his own, he placed them on the front of his jeans. He was damp with come, and so hard, his excitement obvious.

Draco breathed in, his body super aware of what he was doing. In the back of his mind, his conscience remembered himself he wasn't supposed to do this. But he pushed the thought away. He kneeled between Harry's legs and started to open his jeans, even if it was a little hard because his fingers trembled so much.

After a while he managed to open it, and pulled Harry's cock out. He knew it was going to be big, at least bigger than his, but... That was monstrous. Draco couldn't help when his mouth opened in shock. He held the thing with one hand, and even though his fingers were long, they didn't close around it. For a very small distance, but they didn't close.

He looked up at Harry, blinking.

"This is never going to fit in my cunt. Never."

Harry loved the touch of Draco's thin, elegant fingers on his cock. He was so aware of the other man's surprise at its size and girth, and despite how excited he felt, he wanted to reassure.

"Your cunt will be exquisite. It was built to bare a baby, it is the most wonderful gift you could have been given... I promise you, however you are made, we'll fuck beautifully, and you'll take all I can give you... I promise on our wedding night, you'll be surprised at the joy your body can bring you..."

Harry placed his hand over the other man's, straddling the space his has left. He started to move the hand slowly up the shaft of his cock, taking his time. He wanted to show him exactly what he wanted, and how he loved to be touched.

Draco looked up at Harry with doubt still in his eyes. He didn't think it could handle a baby, either, being honest, but if he was made like this, than maybe it could... He felt a thrill pass through his body when he imagined Harry's girth spreading him open, so big inside his tiny entrance, splitting him open. He moaned at the thought, and nodded to Harry, deciding this could be something to worry on their wedding night.

He looked at how Harry's hand moved above his, up and down, and started to try to replicate the touch. He wanted to please him, to make it good for him. His eyes were fixated on the pearl drops of his pre-come falling from the tip of his cock, and, without thinking, Draco got closer, licking the drop. The flavour was weird, salty and sweet at the same time, but when he did the first time, he wanted more. He kissed the head of Harry's cock, not trusting that it would fit his mouth, a licked slowly as his hand went up and down the shaft.

The feeling of Draco's lips at the end of Harry's cock was as close to nirvana as he'd ever experienced.

The sight of licking his come was the sexiest sight he could conceive, and he moaned in delight at the sight. The clasp on his cock was tight and slow just like he loved.

Normally so traditional, the sight of Draco's sexual awakening was more beguiling to Harry than he'd ever dreamt. The idea that Draco would taste his come, touch his cock, open himself to being a sexual being for him was immense, and he wanted more. That he would be every first for Draco made his stomach coil and burn in pleasure and he felt the first stirrings of his orgasm build within him.

Harry's moan made Draco smile, knowing that he was doing good made him all hot for Harry. He put in more effort, his hand squeezing and relaxing, his saliva slipping down his tongue as he licked more and more of Harry's cock's soft head. Feeling bold, he opened his mouth even more, wrapping it around its head and, a little awkwardly, bobbing his head up and down just as he did with his hand.

His other hand was holding onto Harry's leg, giving him support, and he closed his eyes, moaning with the feeling of it. He let his hand fall from Harry's leg and started playing with his own nipple, pleasure taking over his body. Merlin, if this was so good, he couldn't imagine how amazing it would be when he finally gave him completely to Harry.

"Is... Is it good?" he asked, lifting his eyes to Harry, his tongue playfully licking him still. "Do you... Do you want to... In my mouth?" his cheeks were burning and he was nervous, but he wanted it. Oh, how he wanted it.

Harry was close, the sight of his beloved's pert red lips around the end of his thick cock a turn on like nothing else he'd ever seen. Watching him work his own nipple was a pleasure in itself, and he stroked his own, feeling how hard and aroused his whole body was.

It was beautiful how red Draco's cheeks were, how far he was willing to cast aside his traditional beliefs and really let himself go sexually. Harry was so possessed by Draco. His alabaster body, so soft, so pliant... compared to his muscular, dark skinned body they made the perfect image, and he wanted this forever.

The thought of this made his orgasm build further, and he could only nod his head as Draco offered up his smart wet mouth. The pressure was ferocious as he drove his cock forward into Draco's mouth. He was coming, his release so staggering, such bliss.

Draco had little time to catch his breath before Harry was coming in his mouth. He could feel his cock pulsing under his fingers, the hot liquid filling his mouth.

He downed the first jet, and then there was more, and more, and it seemed like Harry wouldn't stop coming. Draco's mouth was filled, and when it finally stopped, he couldn't just swallow all of it. A little dripped down his chin and he looked up, his breath uneven, but his heart pleased. He had made Harry come! He did it! After a whole year of dating, he had finally done it.

He smiled, wiping his chin with his fingers and sitting at Harry's side, pleased with himself.

"Was it good?" he asked, craving approval.

Harry couldn't remember an orgasm so satisfying. The aftershocks ran through his body, making every nerve tingle and filling him with a sense of bliss. It had felt so incredibly right; natural and sensual, their bodies ripe and ready for each other.

Harry threw his arms around Draco's shoulders, pulling him backwards onto the bed. Nuzzling into his neck, pressing chaste kisses everywhere he could, Harry wanted Draco to know how purely happy he was.

"Better than good Draco. So, so wonderful... you're making me crave you more every time we touch... I want to share everything with you, bond you to me always..."

It felt so good just to lay there together, his heart beat slowing and his body relaxing. In a few months they would share their bodies entirely, without any boundaries remaining.

Draco smiled to himself, snuggling against Harry. He felt comfortable knowing that he did it, he put Harry on that state of bliss and pleasure. He didn't come, but he wasn't thinking about it now. He was happy and accomplished.

But he still needed that comfort, and somehow, he felt the need of Harry's touch on him. Decided to get even closer to Harry, Draco guided one of his hands so it could rest over his breast, warm, surrounding the soft skin with that roughness that was all Harry.

"I love to know I make you feel good." Draco whispered, feeling a little tired. He couldn't sleep with Harry, though. Not yet.

"Everything you do feels fantastic, sweetheart... I can't wait till our wedding night, I'm going to make every part of you delirious, make you so proud of your tight little body".

Harry felt tired, the days Quidditch match catching up with him a little. Draco's body close to him was smooth, slender and wonderfully comforting.

The feel of his small, warm breast under Harry's rougher hands was addictive. Rolling his nipples between his fingertips, he squeezed the small curve of it in his palm. It felt great just to share their bodies, their intimacy needing no words to express it.

Draco got beet red with Harry's comment, and hid his face into Harry's chest. It was weird, being embarrassed of such a comment when Harry was playing with his breast in such an intimate way.

For some reason, it didn't feel sexual. Not now, at least. It felt comfortable, it felt like home. It did make his body tingle in that wonderful way, but it was somehow different. Draco knew he would be wanking to this very memory once he got home, but for now, it was just precious.

After quite some time, Draco was starting to feel drowsy, so he knew he needed to go.

"Harry, I need to come back now. Are you really fine?" he lightly touched Harry's leg, the one he had fixed in the game.

"I'm really fine... I wish you didn't have to go. It'd be wonderful to wake up next to you, fix breakfast together... but I suppose we've got all our lives for that..."

Harry stroked Draco's hand, finding his lips with his own. He wanted to pour in all the frustration of their being apart, how much he wanted him both physically and emotionally. He pulled the other man as close to him as he could, not wanting there to be any space left between them at all.

As Harry pulled away, he found Draco's eyes. "You really are everything I've ever needed. I just didn't know what it was before... Our bonding can't come fast enough for me".

"I wish I could stay here with you forever... But if I stay, I know I won't be able to resist your charms and you'll have an already used husband on your bed."

Draco kissed him with all his heart, his hands tangling on Harry's hair, his body melting against Harry. He licked his lips as Harry pulled away, and looked at him in the eyes.

"I agree. I can't wait to have you completely to me. But I need to go!"

He got up the bed, putting his tee shirt again and trying to fix his hair.

"See you soon?", Draco asked, eyes shining with want.

"I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart," Harry replied, softly, from his bed.

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Summary:

Finally, their wedding day has come.

Notes:

Just as a matter of information, Polly writes as Draco and Ladderofyears writes as Harry.

Also, this chapter tries to show a little more realistic lose of virginity. Be aware of that as reading.

Chapter Text

Harry did see Draco the next day. Between that day and their bonding, they lost count of their meetings.

The dates were simple: lunch with friends, cafe breakfasts, museums. They all looked so innocent...Their chaste handholding and tiny kisses reserved for a viewing world who speculated on their every breath and word.

In private Harry was a man possessed, for with every meeting his weakness for Draco's touch was deepening, and his appetite for his body increasing. Their first touch had opened the floodgates within him, and he was driven to wank himself to the point of agony, Draco's name on his lips as he came.

Harry wouldn't ever have pressured Draco but he was aware enough of his own weaknesses to know it would be more than a relief when Draco wouldn't have to resist any longer. His aching urge to split his fiancé into pieces on his fat cock was filling far too much of his imagination for anyone's good.

In this mean time, Draco didn't feel pressured at all. Actually, he felt free. He didn't do much with Harry, just some touching, maybe some licking and sucking, but no more than that. He often thought about letting Draco touch him over his pants, but he felt like it was too much for some playful touching.

He was having fun, though.

Every date they went, every time that they were together, Draco felt complete. Of course he didn't stop messing with Harry whenever he could just for the laugh of it, but he liked that Harry teased him back. It was just amazing.

At each passing day, he was becoming super aware of his new reality. Soon, they were to be married and they would be each other's, completely. Draco couldn't stop thinking about it at all. He even started, slowly, to finger himself whenever he was slick enough, one finger only, and it was amazing. Of course, it wasn't even close to what he would feel when Harry did it, but he wanted it so much that he couldn't stop imagining...

Soon, it was the day before the marriage, and Draco was all nerves.

"How are you feeling? Are you excited for tomorrow?" He sent a text message to Harry, while relaxing on his bed. It was almost midnight, but he couldn't sleep.

Harry couldn't sleep. He'd spent the whole day in a jangle of nerves, and despite consuming a good measure of fire whiskey, he still couldn't sleep. It wasn't that he was having second thoughts... it was more that he was past ready for the day to come, and he was ready for his new life to start. When Draco texted, he was quick to reply.

"More than excited. Ecstatic. It's going to be the most gorgeous day of my life... bonded to the most wonderful man".

The message showed it had been received, which led Harry into imaging Draco on his bed. Feeling his cock stir to the image, he thought it might not be too late to have some fun...

Picking up his phone once he quickly typed out another message.

"It's going to be the most gorgeous night of my life as well. Thinking about how hard I'm going to make you, how much I'll enjoy stripping you bare. What are you wearing now?"

Draco got beet red. He was used to Harry being verbal about his desires, but he couldn't just get used to sexting, as his boyfriend called it. He licked his lips, sitting better in the bed and answering with trembling hands.

"I'm excited to it. I keep imagining it all the time. I wake up hard and wet all the time. I'm wearing your jersey and some comfy pants. What about you?"

Harry loved it when Draco was honest about his sexy little body. The idea of his beloved waking up hard and covered in own come was an alluring one, and Harry found his cock growing even harder.

He typed out a quick reply, his other hand idly stroking a drop of come around the head of his erection.

"I've not long come out of the shower... Just my boxers here baby, and with every second that passes my cock edges it's way out just a little bit more... I'm thinking about our bonding night... Everything that'll happen. I'm close..."

Draco sighed when he read the text, his hand going down to touch his small cock from over his pants fabric. It didn't quite reach the elastic of it, even hard. He put his fingers inside his pants, going down past his cock and slightly touching the connection between his cock and his cunt. He was terribly sensitive there, and his whole body tingled with desire.

"What will you do to me? When it's time? How will you have me for the first time? I'm so hard and wet just imagining your cock close to mine... I hope you like it when you finally see it..."

"I know I'll love your cock... You shouldn't have anxieties about it. If it's joined to you, then it'll be the best cock on the earth. Tomorrow, I'll suck you, and lick you... Make you gasp for mercy, Draco".

As he wrote these words, Harry had been squeezing and rubbing his cock. He came on the last word, hot ribbons of come covering his hands and taut, muscular stomach. He groaned at the thought of the next night, when he'd be filling his husband with come instead.

He'd meant it though; Draco had told him about his biology, and he truly didn't care what it looked like. All Harry cared about was using it in every way possible to give pleasure. Harry closed his eyes in satisfaction. The morning couldn't come fast enough, and the night even more so.

Draco read and reread those words over and over, his fingers pressing and caressing his length while he imagined that. It took him a while to come, and he sighed happily when he felt his orgasm. Harry was yet to make him come, but Draco knew it was worth the wait.

With trembling fingers, he started to write with his clean hand, slowly.

"I can't wait for it, Harry. Not only the wedding night, but the wedding itself. You made me come just to think about it. I'll try to sleep now. I have to have my beauty sleep. I love you."

--x--

Harry awakened the next morning to a sunny autumn day that was alive with promise. Travelling to their bonding ceremony in the company of Ron, his best man, Harry felt no nerves. Instead he felt satisfied that this was the first day of a new life for him.

The Black property was indeed beautiful, secluded from the prying eyes of journalists and filled with all the people that he and Draco loved best in the world. The last few days of separation had been difficult for Harry but he was happy to know that Draco's traditional values would be satisfied. In the future, their days and nights would be entwined, and their lives and bodies would be shared.

Dressed in the formal robes so carefully chosen by his beloved, Harry knew it was but a few minutes until Draco and he were presented to each other, and their bonding would begin.

Draco spent the whole day in the verge of crying. Not because of the wedding, he was pretty excited to it. As he checked himself in the mirror and Pansy fussed about his hair and robes, he kept thinking about that morning and how he wouldn't have his dream wedding night. At least not now.

When he woke up in the morning, he did the usual. Woke up, brushed his teeth and combed his hair, before taking a shower. As soon as he took his pants off, however, he could only see blood.

His heart sank. Out of 30 days in that month, his period has chosen that day to arrive. He washed in denial, but he couldn't anymore when he had to stick a pad on his underwear, a beautiful piece of white lace he bought for that day, including his top. He didn't like to use tops for his breasts, because he didn't like the restraining feeling, but those were cute, and he couldn't just not wear it.

As he dressed up later that day, he couldn't stop thinking that, even married, they still had to wait.

Soon enough, it was time. They both were to walk down the aisle together, representing their freedom of choice, and then, be bonded and say their vows.

When Draco was standing there, side by side with Harry, he forgot all about what happened that morning. Because his heart had only space for happiness.

As Harry stood next to Draco, made his vows, and felt the magic of their bonding twist through his veins and around his heart, he knew he was completely at peace. This commitment was entirely his choice and this relationship was the part of himself that he realised he'd been missing forever.

The reception was perfect, which Harry knew was entirely his husbands doing, and the afternoon seemed to pass in a daze of congratulations, wonderful music and dancing. At the end of the evening he held his beloved in his arms, he hands curled round Draco's hips, his fingers straying to rest on the curve of his pert backside.

"And has everything been to you satisfaction?" he whispered into his husbands soft hair. "You've made me feel complete for the first time in my life today... I so badly want to complete you too... Shall we retire to our hotel now, or wait a little longer?..."

Draco loved every bit of his wedding day. Everything was beautiful, his mother had made miracles on that place. The food was amazing, and he felt really good even among dozens of Weasleys and so little of his family and friends. He knew Andromeda and Teddy were his family, but they looked like they were Harry's. Draco didn't mind, really. Now, all of them were both his and Harry's family.

He was feeling at home in Harry's arms, and his mind was fixed on the strong arms holding him, the comfortable chest, the marvellous scent that he had...

His words, though, made Draco freeze. He didn't tell Harry about his... Condition. And now he was remembering it.

"I guess... I guess we should enjoy our party until the last guest is out. Afterall, we only marry once. We should enjoy it until the last minute," Draco said, smiling to hide his nervousness.

Every urge of Harry's was to seize up Draco and carry him back to their room. But he respected his perspective, and if he wanted to stay a little while longer, he supposed that was okay. It felt lovely enough to wrap his arms around him, hold him tight and know that they were bonded forever.

Finding Draco's neck, he kissed him warmly and purposefully. He wanted to show his husband that their intimacy didn't have to start in their bedroom. After checking that nobody was looking, Harry found the hem of Draco's shirt, tracing lines on the soft, satiny skin of his sides and stomach. He wanted to find his pliable, warm little breasts, but worried if anyone saw Draco might be embarrassed.

The evening wore on, the guests lavishing love and affection on the couple before making their goodbyes. As midnight approached, they found themselves alone.

Draco felt relief when Harry didn't disagree with him about his decision to be at the party until the ending, but as the night went on, he felt even more nervous. Harry was obviously excited about their night together, and as his friends and family said their goodbyes, Draco felt like being sick. He couldn't just do it. But he couldn't just not do it.

As they went to their hotel room, Draco kept thinking about what to say. When they closed the door, he still had nothing. Well... It seemed like he couldn't just keep quiet.

Before Harry could kiss him, he put a hand on Harry's chest, keeping him in place, even though he didn't know if his boyfriend was going to go for it as soon as they were alone, or if he wanted to wait a little more.

"I'm sorry, Harry... I know we've been waiting for this for a long, long time, but... I... I can't do it. Not today. I'm sorry. I'm... I'm really sorry." Draco felt like crying as he said it. He didn't want to have to do it, but when he thought of blood and dirty sheets, he felt nauseous.

Harry could tell from Draco's body language that something was wrong. As the door has shut, his husband had placed a hand on his chest, effectively stopping him from going any further.

Hearing Draco's words, Harry forced himself not to show his annoyance, and to swallow his disappointment. They were bonded now, and Harry had to respect that if Draco were saying no it must be for a good reason.

Looking at Draco in the eye, he could that his partner was terribly upset. He bit back his questions, and instead stood there in silence. He wanted to see what had happened to so devastate him so much.

Draco read Harry's silence wrong. His eyes started to water, and he tried to swallow his hiccups. He bit his bottom lip, trying to control himself, but it was hard. For more than a year, they have waited, and he couldn't give it to him. He couldn't do it. Why did he have to have this body, after all? If he was just a regular guy, like Harry was, they would've been naked by this time.

"I... I feel embarrassed to tell you why," he confessed, his voice so low and small he was afraid Harry didn't hear him. "I just... I don't want you to be disgusted and... I know I would be disgusted. It's... It's just... My body..." Draco tried to say, but he couldn't. He couldn't say 'menstruation' without feeling like a stupid person. So he pleaded. He pleaded with his eyes that Harry could understand it.

Harry felt surprised at the level of Draco's upset, about how near to tears the other man actually looked.

Harry didn't understand what the situation was, but he knew one thing. He wanted Draco to embrace his body and not be ashamed anymore; after all, he had Harry now, and he wasn't ashamed of any part of him. He certainly knew there was nothing he was going to be disgusted by. He took a deep breath, wanting to express himself in a way Draco couldn't misunderstand.

"There is nothing about your body that could disgust me, or should embarrass you. This is how you were made, and you need to embrace that. You're my husband now, and while, of course, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, you do need to be honest and talk to me, love, please".

"That's not what I mean!" Draco shook his head, almost aggressively, his hands turning into fists. Well, at least the anger would make him say the dreadful words. "I'm bleeding! I'm fucking bleeding! Of all days of my life, my period decided to arrive today and I've been sad the whole day because of it! There! I said it!"

He was red from the root of his hair to the visible parts of his neck. He was so embarrassed he said such a thing to Harry! He knew his mother was way more subtle about it! There were months that his father wouldn't even notice the bleeding. But Draco wasn't as subtle as his mother, and now he ended up screwing up everything.

"You're bleeding? All this upset over your period? Merlin, why ever are you so embarrassed? And you've let that make you sad on our bonding day?"

Harry couldn't really believe the words that had come from Draco; he'd expected some dark, secret confession, not this simple annoyance. Not that it really mattered to Harry; he'd had sex with girls with girlfriends on their period before and hadn't cared much.

But what he did care about was how much this had devastated Draco, who looked quite as upset as he'd ever seen him.

"Come here", he said to the man in front of him, pulling him into a hug. "You haven't been sad all day, because it's not over yet. We've got plenty of time. You've got me forever now, and this is just the first day..." Harry kissed his husband slowly and purposely, before he continued.

"Besides, there's other things we can do... Now that we're bonded, of course. What would you feel comfortable with doing, now you don't ever have to leave?"

"Because, who the hell says these type of things to their husband?" Draco reasoned, hugging Harry back even if he was embarrassed. He thought about Harry's words, still ashamed, but feeling calmer with Harry's reassurance.

He looked up at him, thinking of what they could do.

"I don't want to take off my pants, but... I guess you can touch me over it. On... My cock," Draco started. "I'm sorry, it seems like you don't care about my period, but I feel disgusted by the smell and... The fluids and stuff. So I don't want to do it like I am now. But... We can touch. And I want you to see my lingerie, because I've bought it for this day, just for you."

He smiled, holding Harry by his shoulders and tiptoeing so he could kiss him.

"Touching you sounds wonderful", agreed Harry. Even if he didn't share Draco's feelings, he understood his perspective. "And I'd be very appreciative of your lingerie as well, enjoy you show off your tight little body..."

Harry held his husbands chin and pulled him into another, deeper kiss. He reasoned if they weren't going to have sex, then some petting might not go amiss... Slipping his hands under Draco's shirt, he dug in the ends of his fingers into the soft flesh he found there, pinching him slightly.

"Are you going to show me this lingerie, then, or do I need to take your fancy robes off myself... 'cause I might not be gentle... you're making me too hot to be patient..."

"I like it when you are rough with me," Draco admitted, his mouth against Harry's. His body tingled with the sensation of Harry's callous hands over his skin, and his body got all hot immediately.

Despite his words, Draco wasn't patient either, and he started taking off his robes as well. First, the big outer layer, that almost reached the back of his knees. Then, his shirt, button by button, slowly showing off his white laced top, delicate over his small breasts. He let it all fall on the floor.

Then, he took off his shoes, socks and his trousers. Now, he was only wearing his laced lingerie, a delicate necklace with a tear shaped diamond between his clavicles.

"Do you like it?" he asked, unsure.

Harry had never seen a more tempting and enticing sight than the man in front of him. So willowy and slight, Draco looked almost ethereal in the candle light of their room.

The lace enhanced his curves and all at once Harry was desperate to feel it trapped between their skin. He felt so lustful, so turned on... Pulling the other man to him, Harry revelled in the softness of Draco's breasts under the lace.

He was aware that it was obvious how hard and tight his cock was for Draco, and he rolled his trousers against the silky lace of his husbands knickers, loving the friction between their bodies.

"Oh yes... I like this a lot... I could get very used to this".

Draco moaned louder than he thought he would. His virgin body, unused to that type of intimate touch, was terribly sensitive. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation, and held on for dear life on Harry's shoulders.

"Fuck, Harry!" Draco's cock was already hard, and he could feel himself getting wet. His hard cock didn't change much the overall aesthetic of his clothes, so small it was, but it was already leaking and making the soft fabric see-through. "This is... This is so good... Don't stop..." he asked, rutting against Harry's cock, not even noticing what he was doing.

The touch between them felt electric to Harry. He felt like he was seventeen again, the touch of Draco's body driving him to distraction.

"I'm not going to stop, sweetheart... Your body is perfect to me, every part..."

Harry was so turned on by Draco. Part of him was glad they were waiting, his senses were so wrought and overstimulated that he couldn't have lasted had they had sex.

As it was, Draco was a gift, wrapped and presented for his pleasure and he wanted to savour this joy. The damp of Draco's knickers was matched by a larger one on Harry's trousers, and he pulled desperately at the zipper. He was insane for his raw cock to rub against the silk of those lace knickers, his whole body urgent with need.

Noticing it, Draco put his hands down, helping Harry to take off his trousers. He wanted release, but he wanted Harry even more. Unaware of Harry's plans, he couldn't help but do what his heart wanted. As soon as Harry's cock was free, Draco dropped to his knees and opened his mouth, putting as much as he could of his cock into his mouth. He moaned when he felt the weight on his tongue, and started to move his head, sucking and licking as he could.

It was a freeing sensation. His whole body needed it, and he wasn't ashamed of doing it. Not anymore. He wanted it, needed it even. He was holding the base of Harry's cock with one hand where his mouth couldn't reach, moving in a steady rhythm. He let go for a moment, his hand still moving, and looked up at Harry.

"I... I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you, Harry... Can you please come in my mouth?"

Harry was surprised once more by Draco. The sudden sensation of his hot, wet mouth taking in as much of his cock as possible was just magnificent and he groaned in appreciation.

He loved the sight of Draco's blond hair bobbing up and down at his front, and he ran his hands through it to show how much he was loving it. Harry was so close to coming it would take very little to push him over the edge, so when Draco asked him to come in his mouth, it was obvious he'd only last a few more seconds.

Draco's mouth was so feverish, moving at such a pace, and his cock was swelling so hefty and heavy. Every part of his body felt hot and tight and then his spunk was spilling, unfurling, filling Draco's throat and dripping over his chin. The release was so sudden and so strong that he gasped, the aftershocks rolling through his body.

Draco tried to swallow as much as possible but, unused to the sensation, he sputtered a little. He got away from Harry after he finished coming, and cleaned his chin with his fingers, licking them while looking at Harry. Draco got up, his eyes tearing up a bit, but he had a smile on his face.

"Was it good? I guess so. You almost drowned me in come," Draco teased, then grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him to their bed. It was huge, and comfortable, lined with red sheets - because, according to his mother, he was going to bleed when he lose his virginity. He just didn't believe it was going to be that kind of bleeding. He chuckled to himself, and pushed Harry slightly, so he could sit on the bed.

"Now... I want you to make me come. I know we can't do penetrative yet, but..." Draco took his top off, showing his lithe body, small breasts with puffy nipples, a dark shade of pink on them. "Suckle on them... And play with my cock. I know I'll be coming in seconds."

Harry felt entirely beguiled by Draco. Everything he did, the confidence he was demonstrating was such a surprise. He loved this new self-assurance, wanted to pleasure him and make him come so hard.

He pushed Draco softly onto his back, admiring his slim, pale form nestling against the red sheets. Taking a second to admire his round, red little nipples, Harry leant down and found them with his mouth. They tasted sweet, warm and hard at the end of his tongue, as he teased and flicked them. Harry loved these breasts and couldn't believe that he'd get to give them this kind of attention every day, forever. He cupped their curve in his hand, squeezing them slightly and enjoying their softness.

Harry was incredibly aware of how little barrier there was between him and Draco; just a tiny piece of lace. He could feel his husband's hard little cock through the material. Harry could feel the shape rubbing against his thigh.

Pulling off the nipple, Harry moved his hands southwards. He found the tiny, hard little bulge, and softly started to stroke his fingers over it, enjoying the pressure of it between each of his fingers. Despite himself, Harry started to feel excited once more...

Feeling Harry play with his breasts, Draco arched his back towards Harry's mouth, his whole body exploding in millions of lightning bolts. He was almost naked, vulnerable, and it made him so hot he could die of pleasure right at that moment.

When Harry touched his cock, Draco screamed, the touch surprising and exquisite. He had never let Harry touch him there, and now that he was feeling it for the first time, it was too much to handle. He was too sensitive; it was too hot, too much. Before he knew, before he could announce it, he was coming hard, his whole body leaving the bed and he trashed around, pleasure tears falling from his eyes. His come drenched his knickers, making him feel wet and sticky, but it was good. Fuck, it was so good.

"Harry..." he moaned, out of breath. Fuck, he wanted to feel it all. He needed to feel it all, but not today.

Harry felt lustful and carnal feelings rush through his body as his hand was saturated with Draco's thick come. He felt a pounding urge to bombard the other man, to assail Draco with his swelling length, and wrench more of those screams from him.

"Umm... You're making me insatiable Draco... This is some of the hottest, most intimate behaviour I've ever shared in my life. My body feels too big for my skin, like I'm going to explode... Do you trust me enough to come in the shower with me?... I want to wash you clean, not have anything between us..."

Draco looked up at Harry, his body screaming yes but his mind starting to think about disgusting situations. He tried to think, and blinked his eyes, trying to clear his mind.

"But what about... Hmm... The... Aah... Condition inside my knickers?" he asked, tongue too big for his mouth. "I assure you... It's a complete mess down there." Draco chuckled a bit, even if his cheeks were deep red.

Harry looked down at Draco, feeling overwhelmed by the strength of his emotions; Draco could make him feel like no other person on Earth.

"I'm not going to pressure you, sweetheart. If we shower it's not because I want it to lead to sex... It's because I want us to be together with any barrier. If you're worried about your period, get yourself sorted and I'll join you in five minutes... but if you'd prefer to go to bed that's fine too-"

Harry found Draco's lips, kissing him with depth and love. He whispered into his husband's skin "Whatever you desire... I'm just ecstatic you never have to leave again..."

Draco returned Harry's kiss, closing his eyes and hugging him with all his might. He stopped after a moment, thinking, and then sat on the bed, holding himself in his hands.

"Give me those five minutes," he said, kissing Harry on the lips and moving out of the bed. "I'll get cleaned and then you can join me."

Draco blinked one eye and ran to the bathroom, getting his small sports bag in the way. He had carried that bag to the hotel in the morning, knowing that he would need a clothing change at least.

He showered and cleaned himself as good as possible. He was sticky not only with his come but also the slick from his cunt. He didn't think he would feel so much with just Harry's hand job and mouth. When he felt he was completely clean again, he waited, nervous, looking at the glass door that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom.

He was skinny, and soft, and his nipples were red and puffy from Harry's handling. His cock was once again soft, and he knew it could be seen as a big clitoris if he wanted to associated it as something else. His cunt was basically a slit starting a little after the base of his cock, and it was small and closed. He pressed a finger between the labia, finding the entrance and pressing a little inside. He shuddered, his mouth watering, but then he took off his finger from there. He cleaned himself again for good measure. And waited.

Harry was unaccountably nervous. He hadn't thought Draco would agree, so when he disappeared, to get himself prepared, Harry wasn't sure what to expect. After what seemed like the longest five minutes of his life, he entered the bathroom to find his husband.

The first thing he did on entering the shower was to switch on the head. The steams of water would wash away anything that might embarrass Draco, as well as let him lather them both up... He wanted their bodies slick, close and slippery.

Harry took in the sight of Draco's naked form. He was incredibly aroused by his perfect slender form, rosy nipples and, most attractive of all, his petite and perfectly formed cock. Harry's excitement at all of this was obvious, his erect form full and throbbing between them as he pulled Draco into an embrace under the cascading water.

Draco felt his body melting, like he was made of wax and Harry was fire. The feeling of touching Harry's body while completely naked was otherworldly. It was amazing, just the feeling of it. He touched Harry's chest, giving in, completely giving in.

The water dripped down his hair that clang to his back. He looked up to Harry's eyed and hugged him by his shoulders, tiptoeing so he could kiss Harry on the mouth. He was so turned on that maybe... Maybe if Harry offered, he wouldn't deny him. He would just give in. Even if he was embarrassed. He wanted Harry too much, just too much.

"I love you so much, Harry..."

"Love you so much too... I'm so turned on right now, never felt like this before..."

Harry gasped the words. Every word was true, every moment between them was agonisingly exquisite. Harry had never waited, never denied himself and certainly never fallen in love before. This was new, his brain racing to catch up with the erotic frisson felt by his body.

Incredibly excited, he found Draco's cock. He stroked it in the palm of his hand, rolling it in a circular motion, slowly, so slowly. Dwarfed by his rough hand, it seemed more perfect for its virgin silk softness. It was a gift enjoyed by Harry alone.

"Your body is magnificent, sweetheart. I'm enraptured by it... I won't push you further than you want to you, but know this. I've never seen anything in my life I've desired so much-"

Draco couldn't answer for a moment, only gasps of pleasure leaving his mouth. The water over his body made the sensation even better, and he was sure he was going to pass out from Harry's touches. Now he understood why people loved sex so much. It was amazing. It was so much more than he imagined.

He felt his body got closer to another climax, and then Harry spoke. Draco opened his eyes, his breath coming in harsh pieces.

"Do you want me...? You don't... You really don't care about that?" Draco asked, his mouth red from their kisses. "I... Maybe if it's here... Under the shower... Maybe we can do it..."

"No, I don't care about that... It's part of you. Every time you bleed it's your body telling me it's getting ready for me to put a baby there... So, I love it. You're perfect and so ready for me..."

Harry continued to rub Draco's gorgeous cock in his palm, squeezing it slightly with his knuckles. His other hand held lightly onto Draco's side. As he found his husbands lips and kissed him under the jet of water, Harry knew he wanted Draco completely, wanted to spread open his shy little cunt, and to feel so proud when Draco took his cock completely, filling him to the core.

"Look at you, Draco..." Harry whispered, into his ear. "So sexy and ready... By the end of the night I want your cunt as red as your lips..."

Harry took his hand off Draco's cock, entwining their fingers together. "Guide me", he asked. "Show me how you'd like me to touch your beautiful tight cunt".

Draco didn't know why he got so hot when Harry talked about putting a baby in him. He didn't know why the expectation of being pregnant turned him on, but maybe he hated his period because it was proof he didn't have a baby yet.

He kissed Harry deeply, his whole body ringing happily with his touches, his cock sending waves of pleasure to all his body.

When Harry said those last words, Draco moaned, and looked up at him with his eyes shining.

"I don't know how I'd like it, Harry," he admitted, guiding Harry's hand to between his legs. "I've saved it for your touch only. Please... Touch and teach me everything about it..."

"Okay my darling... You're so shy and tight, and I don't want to hurt you, so I'm going to be so gentle and slow. Your body is a joy to me, and I'm going to make it a joy to you too".

Harry found Draco's closed little slit, so tight and snug. His hand was wet, warm and lathered with soap. He wanted everything to feel incredibly comfortable, and safe for his husband. Using just one digit, Harry traced a route around the edge of Draco's cunt, stroking slowly and applying the tiniest amount of pressure. He held Draco firmly in place with his other hand, not wanting to him to slip.

After a few moments Harry slipped in just the tip of a finger. It felt searing hot, and tight. This tiny touch was the most erotic thing Harry had ever experienced, and he pulled in a sharp breath. His cock was leaking, swollen against the other man thigh, but his whole attention was focussed on the minuscule movements of his finger.

Draco could feel he was already completely wet, and Harry's finger was making him even more wetter. It was such a gentle touch, but at the same time, so much. Feeling a hand that was not his touching him in such place gave him the same sensation as if he'd never touched himself there in his entire life.

"Harry...! More! Please, touch me more...!" he pleaded, as he opened his legs slightly, trying to help. He raised his left leg, touching his foot on the opposite wall to prop it up and keep his legs open. He then supported his back on the wall behind him, giving room so Harry could work on him. "I... I want to feel your thick fingers inside me, Harry... Please... Touch me where I've never even touched myself..."

Harry could feel how wet his husband was getting, and how much looser this was starting to make him. He wasn't just going to thrust in though, he wanted to draw this out for Draco, make his husband burn with sensation. Pushing in another finger, he found no resistance to his knuckles.

Harry couldn't believe how lovely Draco felt. Muscular and snug, Draco was opening up beautifully, spreading his legs and letting Harry work him pliant and soft.

Only when he worked in a third finger, scissoring his fingers so thoroughly, finding his husbands warm depths, did he encounter any resistance. Harry knew this was deeper than his beloved had been taken. He held his husband tightly, bracing him for the inevitable pain his broken hymen would bring.

It was so good, feeling Harry's fingers in him. He didn't think it was going to be that good, but it was, and he was sure he was going to come from his cunt only if Harry kept doing that. He admitted that his cock was more sensitive, but he thought that it was possibly because he was feeling some discomfort since nothing bigger than one of his fingers had been in there, and now, Harry was two fingers deep inside him.

When Harry put a third finger, Draco stiffened, a sharp pain taking over him. He breathed in, holding onto Harry's arm. He knew his boyfriend didn't quite pressed all the way in, but his muscles, unused to the stretch, were screaming.

He looked at him in eye, biting his bottom lip before whispering:

"Do it... Please, do it fast."

So Harry did, all at once, pushing his three fingers in with a deep assailing plunge forward. He used his weight to bare down his husband, holding him still so it would be over more quickly.

Holding his hand inside for a moment, feeling the give of the muscles, Harry couldn't help but feel awed by the moment. This was an intimacy only experienced once in a lifetime, and Draco had given it to him. His husband was forever changed as a result.

Pulling out, Harry pulled Draco into a tight hug, rinsing his hand behind he other man's back. He only hoped it hadn't hurt too badly.

But it did. It hurt so bad that Draco flinched, tears falling down his eyes and mixing with the water. Between his legs was left with a burning sensation, and looking down, he could see his own blood, bright red, going down the drain.

He hid his face on Harry's chest, holding his arms and trying to breath. How could he go all the way if he was crying with just Harry's fingers?

"I'm sorry... I didn't think it was going to hurt so much..."

Seeing Draco so upset and sore made Harry feel an ache deep within. He'd known it would hurt, but he hated being the cause of his loved ones pain. He lent down, rubbing his face into Draco's wet blond hair.

"Sweetheart, it's fine. It'll never feel like that again, I promise... Next time will be easier, you just need to let your body heal," he gave the top of his husbands head a kiss.

"You've been amazing today, so sexy, so hot... Now, I'm going to concentrate on your cock, make you forget you're hurt. You're going to show me how you can come just for me..."

Stroking Draco's cock, Harry moved onto his knees. He was going to do everything in his power to make his husband feel better.

Draco hummed happily with Harry's kindness. It was hurting, but he knew it would, so he didn't think badly of it. Of course, he dreamed that his first time would be beautiful and painless, but reality was there, and he felt so much better knowing that Harry respected it instead of feeling bad about it.

When Harry touched his cock, it was limp, the pain having stopped the pleasure, but as soon as he touched it, Draco felt it reacting once again. And, when Harry got on his knees, Draco's heart beat faster. He never received oral sex, and the expectation made his eyes get darker.

"Fuck, Harry... Yes... Yes, please..." He pushed his fingers through Harry's wet hair, his cock now hard.

When Harry took Draco's cock in his mouth he realised just how utterly lucky he was. His lover's body seemed made to his design, built to for him to devour and worship.

Draco's cock was small, but wonderfully hard. Harry could fit it all in his mouth easily, and he experimented circulating his tongue all around it. He loved pushing the foreskin down under the head and licking the slit smooth of pre come.

He couldn't believe how sweet it all tasted and how happy the small weight of it between his lips made him. His body felt warm and satisfied, his own cock already wet with anticipation.

Draco had to remember he was standing and so falling could hurt him badly, so he tried hard to hold himself up. But the sensation of Harry's mouth and tongue was almost too much. He felt himself leaking, getting wet and slick, the water still falling fuzzing his thoughts.

He felt like coming, but he needed more, he wanted more. He could feel his body preparing itself for what was to come.

"Harry... Fuck me... Fuck me with two fingers... I can handle it..."

Harry's head was full of Draco, his heart overflowing with love and his body with lust. He felt his body in raptures, the tell-tale tingle and burn in the pit of his belly a sure-fire sign he was close to coming.

With Draco's stiff little cock never once leaving his mouth, Harry did his husbands bidding and started to finger his sweet cunt. The water pouring in his eyes and the angle of head meant he couldn't gage Draco's reaction, but it was certainly arousing his own body. He found his body reacting to the heat, wet and rhythm, quite out of his control.

Thick spurts of spunk splattered the floor of the shower, mixing with the shower. Harry's mouth never left Draco's cock, enjoying its hard little solidity next to his warm lips. He sucked him off, fingers buried deep inside, right through his orgasm. Harry Potter was left quite undone.

Draco felt like he was flying. His feet got numb, and his mind got blank. The sensations were too intense, and it was so hot, so hard. It was incredible everything that Harry was able to give him at the moment.

When his fingers started to move inside him, Draco screamed. The hard flow of the water on his nipples were like an erotic massage, and soon, he was coming. From his cock, only little droplets were out, but his cunt was overflowing with thick slick, his muscles hugging Harry's fingers as if asking them to be inside him forever.

He felt his throat hurt from the moaning, but he couldn't stop. It was just too much. Before he could hold himself, his legs failed him and he started to fall.

Harry hadn't expected Draco's legs to give way like they did. All at once the two men found themselves in a tumbled pile of soaking wet limbs in the bottom of the shower, the water still pouring on their legs.

Luckily, Harry's Quidditch training had kicked in, and he'd got between Draco and the slippery floor. Holding on to his husband tightly, Harry couldn't help laughing at their wonderful wedding night. Only seconds before, the feeling of his husbands sweet wet cunt hugging his fingers as they'd orgasmed together had made every previous sexual experience seem tame, every previous moment just a preview before he could get his mouth round Draco's cock once more.

As it was Harry felt the energy drain from his body. Two orgasms in such a short while, plus all the emotions of their day meant that he was beyond exhausted. Hugging the other man tightly as the water pooled beneath them, he whispered into his lithe white neck.

"Are you okay, sweetheart? You went down fast there, baby, gave me a bit of a shock. I think we should retire to bed, start the rest of our lives in tomorrow. You've made me the happiest man in existence today... Come to bed with me darling, I want to hold you close all night".

Draco was still high from his orgasms. Feeling so many emotions at once was too much for his mind and body, and he needed time to come back to reality. His body was limp and he was sure he could just sleep there on the floor, no problem.

He opened his eyes, still a little dizzy, and smiled to Harry. He was so happy, so satisfied that he couldn't explain everything that was going through his head.

"I'm sorry, Harry... It's just... I never felt this way before. My body was... It was too much for today... But it was amazing... Thank you, love... You were incredible."

"I think it was you who was the incredible one Draco. You were the hottest thing I've ever seen, you're so fit, so beautiful. Your body is perfect."

Harry felt incredible, his body humming with pleasure. He felt satisfied, completed, in a way that sex has never previously managed. Switching off the shower, he picked up Draco easily. It felt wonderful to have him in his arms, so light, warm and silky skinned.

"I'm going to take you to bed now, lay you down and take care of you. What would make you happiest, my love?"

Draco held on Harry's arms, a smile playing on his lips and reaching his eyes. He was wet, a little cold but satisfied. Everything was perfect, even though it was a little scary and it hurt a bit.

Draco kissed Harry on the lips, finally feeling his feet again, and licking his lips after.

"I need to get dressed before you can lay me in the bed... And... I don't feel really comfortable on fixing... This type of routine with you watching. If you can wait me in bed I would be really happy."

"That's absolutely fine, darling. I'll settle you down here and wait for you in bed. Just so you know, I don't tend to wear anything to sleep but you can do whatever makes you feel most comfortable... Call me if you need anything."

Harry placed Draco down carefully, still feeling a little concerned he might tumble over again. Harry was a feeling a little cold too, and a long night with his husband in his arms was incredibly alluring.

The bed was richly decorated in red silks, and was far fancier than anything Harry had laid in before. He bit back a laugh at the far more rich tastes of Draco, hoping his husband wouldn't need to moan too loudly about his lack of refinement and class.

The silk felt wonderfully soft next to his broad, muscular sated body. Compared to his physique Draco was so petite and delicate. He shivered in delight at the idea of his hot thick cock nestling against the curves of Draco's round little arse cheeks tomorrow, and every morning.

Draco waited for him to leave so he could clean himself once again - because even though he was all soaked, he was still sticky with come. Then, he dried himself with a towel carefully before putting on his pants with a pad, tight but comfortable shorts and a tee shirt.

He wand-dried his hair with the softest spell possible, and took a good whole five minutes brushing it. When he thought he was once again beautiful and proper, he came back to the bedroom, leaving his bag in the bathroom, since he was going to need it again the next morning.

Seeing Harry in his bed was a dream. He was incredibly handsome, like sculpted by Michelangelo's hand, except his cock. Michelangelo would do one like Draco's. Harry's cock was a masterpiece, even soft after sex.

Draco smiled, crawling on the bed until he was close enough to Harry to nest against him. He always wanted to be the little spoon for the entire night, and know that he didn't have to leave. Now he didn't have to. He smiled even bigger.

"You are so warm... And comfortable," Draco mumbled, as happy as he would ever be.

Harry couldn't believe how lucky he was to be able to spoon Draco, keep him next to him for the entire night. Draco felt soft in his arms, his hair like a waterfall of silk around his shoulders. When Draco nestled close, Harry felt like nothing in the world could make his life better.

Despite his tiredness, he felt his cock stir slightly against Draco's fit little arse. He couldn't wait to bury his cock balls deep into his husband, but he knew that could wait. Kissing the top of Draco's satiny head, Harry smiled. Married now, they had no need to rush into anything.