Donation gift; HarryDracoMpreg #4: Element of Surprise 6
Title: Element of Surprise 6
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity, mpreg
Word count: 890
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♥ Donation gift for leo_draconis, in thanks for her purchase of the It Gets Better and Pink Ribbon charity VGifts. She asked for an update to my Element of Surprise verse. This can be read as a stand-alone.
♥ harrydracompreg Prompt #4 - rubbing/talking to belly
Summary: Draco threatens Harry with another surprise.
Harry woke from a light doze. He was tired, but the unfamiliar surroundings were making it difficult to sleep. Harry was lying in a new bed in a new house, with his new husband wrapped in his arms. He smiled and nuzzled his nose into Draco's nape, drawing a deep breath to inhale Draco's scent.
This was nice. Harry hadn't been planning on getting married, and he certainly hadn't intended to bond himself to his longtime rival, but when Draco had confronted him and accused Harry of knocking him up the duff, Harry had been adamant about marrying Draco and being a part of his baby's life. Harry shifted his hand from Draco's hip to caress Draco's rounded stomach. The gentle swell was barely noticeable now, but Draco's belly would continue to expand as Harry's child grew within him. Harry couldn't wait. He continued to rub his husband's stomach as his eyelids grew heavy again.
"Stop it."
Harry's eyes popped open. "Stop what?" he mumbled.
"Stop petting me."
Harry sighed. Draco hadn't wanted to get married, either, and he wasn't about to let Harry forget that fact. "I'm not petting you," Harry said. "I'm petting baby Potter."
"If you want to rub something, rub my feet," snarked Draco.
"Wouldn't you rather I rubbed your cock?"
"Why don't you suck my cock?"
Harry grinned at Draco's sass. "I can do that," he said. He tugged at Draco's hip, rolling his husband onto his back, and then Harry disappeared beneath the covers.
Draco yipped when a hot mouth closed over the crown of his prick, and he clutched the edges of the covers in his hands. Harry's skillful tongue slipped beneath Draco's foreskin and licked, and Draco gasped and bucked up. His cock swelled rapidly in Harry's mouth, leaving Draco twisting and panting on the bed. Draco cried out when two slick fingers penetrated him. The questing digits found Draco's prostate and massaged it while Harry's lips and tongue and throat worked Draco's erection. Draco climaxed only moments later.
Harry released Draco's softening penis and slithered up his husband's body. When his head emerged from beneath the covers, he dragged in a deep breath. Harry aligned himself with Draco's lubed entrance and pushed his way inside. Draco's body admitted him with a welcoming squeeze, and Harry drove in deeper. Draco was relaxed and pliant beneath him; not participating but at least not arguing and snapping, either. Harry kept his strokes slow and steady, shagging Draco at a languid pace.
Delicious little quivers quaked through Draco's body each time Harry's prick rubbed over his prostate. This part of married life was enjoyable, at least.
Harry began thrusting faster, plunging into Draco over and over until he stiffened and filled Draco with the hot pulses of his release. He locked his elbows to keep from collapsing atop his pregnant husband. When it was over, Harry uncoupled them carefully and pulled Draco into his arms.
"You're all sticky," Draco complained. "I am, too."
Harry sighed and conjured a cleaning charm, leaving them both refreshed.
"You're too hot," whined Draco, trying to push out of Harry's arms.
With a frown, Harry flicked a cooling charm at his spouse.
Draco shivered and snuggled closer. "You did that on purpose," he accused.
"I was just giving you an excuse to cuddle with me," said Harry. "I know you enjoy it, even though you refuse to admit it."
"I don't like cuddling with you."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't," insisted Draco, tucking his head beneath Harry's chin. "You're overbearing, and you reek of Gryffindor."
That startled a laugh out of Harry. "What does a Gryffindor smell like?" he asked.
Draco yawned. "Smug and noble and bossy," he mumbled.
"I see," Harry chuckled. "Then you should cuddle with me more often, so I smell like Slytherin."
A soft snore was Draco's only reply.
~*~
Harry walked up behind Draco in the kitchen the following morning. He wound his arms around his husband's middle and rubbed the mound of Draco's belly once more. "Good morning, Mr Potter," he murmured. "Good morning, baby Potter."
"Don't call me that," Draco grumbled.
"Would you prefer a pet name?" teased Harry. "I could call you my precious puffskein, or my darling woobie, or-"
"Do it, and die," snarled Draco.
"...my vicious dragon," Harry smiled. "I need to put in an appearance at the orphanage today," he said. "Would you like to come along?"
"Certainly not," sniffed Draco. "I have plans for the day."
"Plans? What kind of plans?"
Draco's eyes sparkled with malicious glee. "It's a surprise."
Harry was instantly on alert. "A good surprise?" he questioned.
"You'll have to wait and see," Draco told him. "You just run along and have fun with your grubby little orphans and allow me to enjoy some time without you hovering over me."
Draco sauntered out of the kitchen, and Harry watched him go with a faint frown on his face. His life had been nothing but surprises ever since Draco had re-entered it at Oliver and Pansy's wedding. He supposed one more surprise wouldn't hurt. After all, what could be more surprising than learning he was going to be a father?
Element of Surprise 7
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity, mpreg
Word count: 890
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♥ Donation gift for leo_draconis, in thanks for her purchase of the It Gets Better and Pink Ribbon charity VGifts. She asked for an update to my Element of Surprise verse. This can be read as a stand-alone.
♥ harrydracompreg Prompt #4 - rubbing/talking to belly
Summary: Draco threatens Harry with another surprise.
Harry woke from a light doze. He was tired, but the unfamiliar surroundings were making it difficult to sleep. Harry was lying in a new bed in a new house, with his new husband wrapped in his arms. He smiled and nuzzled his nose into Draco's nape, drawing a deep breath to inhale Draco's scent.
This was nice. Harry hadn't been planning on getting married, and he certainly hadn't intended to bond himself to his longtime rival, but when Draco had confronted him and accused Harry of knocking him up the duff, Harry had been adamant about marrying Draco and being a part of his baby's life. Harry shifted his hand from Draco's hip to caress Draco's rounded stomach. The gentle swell was barely noticeable now, but Draco's belly would continue to expand as Harry's child grew within him. Harry couldn't wait. He continued to rub his husband's stomach as his eyelids grew heavy again.
"Stop it."
Harry's eyes popped open. "Stop what?" he mumbled.
"Stop petting me."
Harry sighed. Draco hadn't wanted to get married, either, and he wasn't about to let Harry forget that fact. "I'm not petting you," Harry said. "I'm petting baby Potter."
"If you want to rub something, rub my feet," snarked Draco.
"Wouldn't you rather I rubbed your cock?"
"Why don't you suck my cock?"
Harry grinned at Draco's sass. "I can do that," he said. He tugged at Draco's hip, rolling his husband onto his back, and then Harry disappeared beneath the covers.
Draco yipped when a hot mouth closed over the crown of his prick, and he clutched the edges of the covers in his hands. Harry's skillful tongue slipped beneath Draco's foreskin and licked, and Draco gasped and bucked up. His cock swelled rapidly in Harry's mouth, leaving Draco twisting and panting on the bed. Draco cried out when two slick fingers penetrated him. The questing digits found Draco's prostate and massaged it while Harry's lips and tongue and throat worked Draco's erection. Draco climaxed only moments later.
Harry released Draco's softening penis and slithered up his husband's body. When his head emerged from beneath the covers, he dragged in a deep breath. Harry aligned himself with Draco's lubed entrance and pushed his way inside. Draco's body admitted him with a welcoming squeeze, and Harry drove in deeper. Draco was relaxed and pliant beneath him; not participating but at least not arguing and snapping, either. Harry kept his strokes slow and steady, shagging Draco at a languid pace.
Delicious little quivers quaked through Draco's body each time Harry's prick rubbed over his prostate. This part of married life was enjoyable, at least.
Harry began thrusting faster, plunging into Draco over and over until he stiffened and filled Draco with the hot pulses of his release. He locked his elbows to keep from collapsing atop his pregnant husband. When it was over, Harry uncoupled them carefully and pulled Draco into his arms.
"You're all sticky," Draco complained. "I am, too."
Harry sighed and conjured a cleaning charm, leaving them both refreshed.
"You're too hot," whined Draco, trying to push out of Harry's arms.
With a frown, Harry flicked a cooling charm at his spouse.
Draco shivered and snuggled closer. "You did that on purpose," he accused.
"I was just giving you an excuse to cuddle with me," said Harry. "I know you enjoy it, even though you refuse to admit it."
"I don't like cuddling with you."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't," insisted Draco, tucking his head beneath Harry's chin. "You're overbearing, and you reek of Gryffindor."
That startled a laugh out of Harry. "What does a Gryffindor smell like?" he asked.
Draco yawned. "Smug and noble and bossy," he mumbled.
"I see," Harry chuckled. "Then you should cuddle with me more often, so I smell like Slytherin."
A soft snore was Draco's only reply.
~*~
Harry walked up behind Draco in the kitchen the following morning. He wound his arms around his husband's middle and rubbed the mound of Draco's belly once more. "Good morning, Mr Potter," he murmured. "Good morning, baby Potter."
"Don't call me that," Draco grumbled.
"Would you prefer a pet name?" teased Harry. "I could call you my precious puffskein, or my darling woobie, or-"
"Do it, and die," snarled Draco.
"...my vicious dragon," Harry smiled. "I need to put in an appearance at the orphanage today," he said. "Would you like to come along?"
"Certainly not," sniffed Draco. "I have plans for the day."
"Plans? What kind of plans?"
Draco's eyes sparkled with malicious glee. "It's a surprise."
Harry was instantly on alert. "A good surprise?" he questioned.
"You'll have to wait and see," Draco told him. "You just run along and have fun with your grubby little orphans and allow me to enjoy some time without you hovering over me."
Draco sauntered out of the kitchen, and Harry watched him go with a faint frown on his face. His life had been nothing but surprises ever since Draco had re-entered it at Oliver and Pansy's wedding. He supposed one more surprise wouldn't hurt. After all, what could be more surprising than learning he was going to be a father?
Element of Surprise 7