Fae Promise
Title: Fae Promise
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, baby
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual activity, copious bodily fluids, mpreg
Word count: 897
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for magical_jen, who asked for more Fae Draco.
♦ hp_creatures November prompt - cavalry
Summary: Draco makes good on his promise.
Draco made good on his promise. No sooner had Harry finished eating his apple fritter than Draco had him naked and bent over the kitchen table. He thrust in, startling a squeak from Harry.
Harry's eyes darted to Darius, who was chattering happily to himself in his basket. "The baby," he protested.
Draco pulled back and plowed in again. "Darius is amusing himself with a toy and paying no mind to us," he said, before repeating the motion.
Harry bit his lip to stifle a cry of pleasure.
"Don't give me the silent treatment during your tupping, Harry. You know how I dislike that," chided Draco.
Harry let a small moan slip out, but he was determined not to let his fae lover wring anything louder from him.
"Come now, Harry," said Draco, banging in once more. "I know you want to yell. Go ahead. I promise the cavalry won't show up and embarrass you."
"Ungh," grunted Harry. Draco, that fiendish fae, slapped his arse. "Oh fuck, yes!" cried Harry. Loudly. He risked a glance at Darius, only to see his son staring at him. Harry's face flooded with heat, and Draco swatted his other arse cheek, making it just as warm.
"Oh my god!" yelled Harry, pushing back for more.
Darius giggled and shook his rattle, as if cheering his fathers on. Harry was certain death by mortification was imminent. It didn't prevent him from groaning--loudly--the next time Draco thrust in hard.
"Louder, Harry, I can't hear you."
Harry clenched his hands on the edge of the table and gritted his teeth, determined not to give Draco the satisfaction. Draco put paid to that notion by delivering another stinging slap to Harry's arse.
"Oh my fucking god!" bellowed Harry. He never would have known he had a spanking kink, had he not encountered Draco in the apple orchard. It irritated Harry to no end, but he would save his irritation for later. Now, there was only the slick slide of their flesh together, the burning stretch and pulsing heat of Draco's cock stretching him open, and the warm handprints on his arse to spur him on.
Draco smacked his bum again, then reached around and closed his fingers around Harry's cock. He gave it a firm stroke, and Harry lost it. He stretched up on his toes and climaxed, yelling at the top of his lungs the entire time.
Darius began to cry.
Harry slumped over the table, panting, then tried to straighten his trembling arms. "The baby..."
"He's fine, Harry. Now hold still until I finish."
Fortunately, Draco finished in just a few more strokes. He grunted as he came...and came and came and came. By the time he finished, Harry was filled to overflowing.
"Ugh," sneered Harry, trying to squirm away. Draco eventually sighed and pulled out, leaving Harry soaked with his pleasure. Harry stood up with a wince and took a tottering step towards his son.
"I'll see to Darius," said Draco. "You go have a nice, refreshing bath."
It was all the warning Harry got before he was deposited into the small bathing pool. He yelped, swallowing a mouthful of water, before he sputtered to the surface.
"Ruddy damned fae," muttered Harry as he paddled to a partially submerged rock. He located the stash of soap and flannels and began to wash. Harry finished his ablutions, then stepped out of the pool and sat on another rock. He shivered a little and looked around. There was no sign of his clothing, nor did he have his wand with him.
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered. He didn't fancy walking back to the cottage wearing nothing but a scowl, so he settled in to wait.
...and wait.
"Damn it, Draco," Harry snarled out loud. He stood up and began heading in the direction of the cabin, hobbling a little as his tender feet seemed to find every pebble on the path. So intent was he on watching the ground that Harry failed to see what was in front of him until he collided with it.
"Oof!"
Harry reeled back and would have fallen, but a hand grabbed his arm and steadied him.
"Harry, have you been at the fermented cider again?"
"What? No!" snapped Harry, jerking his arm free of Draco's grasp. He then snatched the tunic that Draco was carrying in his other hand. "Next time you send me to the bathing pool, send my clothing with me. Twat."
Draco raised a brow. "You weren't wearing any clothing at the time."
"And who is watching Darius?!"
Draco's other eyebrow joined the first. "Are you afraid he'll get at the knives? Walk out of the cottage and be lost in the wilderness? Be eaten by a wolf?"
"I worry about everything!" cried Harry, stepping now into his boots. "It's what a father does."
This time, Draco smiled at him gently. He stepped forward and tugged a recalcitrant Harry into his embrace. "You're a wonderful father," he said, "and you will be again when this next one is born. Darius is fine. Soren stopped by, and she's watching him until we return."
Harry's spine and shoulders relaxed, but other parts of him began to tighten as he stood in Draco's arms. He cleared his throat and took a step back. "You're still a twat," he grumbled. "And, where is this fermented cider you mentioned?"
Fae Convincing