Glorious Tupping
Title: Glorious Tupping
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, baby
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity, copious bodily fluids, mpreg
Word count: 915
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 Fae Draco.
Summary: This is the life.
"Your parents will be there, too?!"
"Of course, Harry," Draco replied. "A binding ceremony is an important occasion. You're going to invite the Weasleys, aren't you?"
"I...I hadn't really thought about it," said Harry. "This is beginning to sound like an actual wedding."
"A binding ceremony is permanent," said Draco. "Marriage can end in annulment or divorce, but a binding ceremony cannot be broken."
Harry gulped. "Are you sure you want to go through with it?" he squeaked.
Draco smiled at him. "I'm very sure. The question is, are you?"
Harry slumped back in his chair at the kitchen table and folded his hands across the small mound of his stomach. From the lounge area, he could hear Darius cooing as he played with a toy that Luna had given him. Did he want to be permanently bonded to Draco Malfoy? They had a child together and another on the way. Harry had left the orchard once and regretted it almost immediately. Here, life was quiet and simple. There was also all of that glorious sex...
Harry cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.
Across the table from him, Draco raised an eyebrow. "Harry, are you in need of another tupping?"
Heat flooded Harry's face. "What?! No!"
"You are a terrible liar, Harry Potter," chided Draco. He pushed his chair back and stood up. "Would you like me to bend you over the table, or shall we take this to the bed?"
"I...but...it's the middle of the day!" Harry protested, even as he pushed his own chair back and rose to his feet.
"There's no rule that says we can't tup in the middle of the day," said Draco. He opened the cupboard and got out a jar of his homemade, spiced-apple scented lubricant.
Harry's cock, which had been slowly coming to attention, perked up immediately when that scent hit his nose. His rim fluttered in anticipation, and when Draco withdrew his prick and began slathering it with lube, Harry licked his lips.
Draco caught the motion and smirked. "Turn around and brace your hands on the table, Harry."
Harry opened his mouth to argue, even as he obediently turned and bent over the table. It seemed his traitorous body was up for a jolly rogering.
Draco moved up behind Harry, flipped the hem of his tunic up and eased his leggings down. He palmed Harry's bare arse and hummed in appreciation. "I enjoy how round your bum gets when you're with child," he mused. "I reckon I should make sure you're always up the duff."
"What?!" Harry squawked, trying to stand up. Draco pushed him gently back down.
"Assume the position, Harry, there's a good chap."
Harry was on the verge of uttering a base insult, but when Draco's cock pressed against his rim and sank into him, whatever he'd been about to say turned into a moan of delight.
"Do you enjoy that, Harry?"
"Yes," Harry breathed. "I mean, no," he amended. "I want to shag you-ooh! Yes, right there."
"What was that, Harry?" teased Draco. "I couldn't hear you."
Harry gritted his teeth and wiggled his bum, striving to get contact where he wanted it most.
"I know you want to shout, Harry. Don't hold back."
Harry's jaw tightened. He refused to shout, no matter how much he might want to. He'd never been one to yell during sex before; it was unseemly and embarrassing.
"I can't hear you, Harry," said Draco. "How am I to know if I'm doing this right if you don't tell me?"
"I like it just fine," Harry grunted, gripping the edges of the table.
"Louder, Harry," Draco ordered. He provided extra incentive by swatting Harry's arse.
"Oh god!" yelled Harry."
"Yes, that's more like it," Draco praised him. "Let it out. I know you want to."
Harry was even more determined to hold it in. He pressed his lips together, but a small whine escaped him.
Draco slapped his arse harder.
"Fuck!" Harry bellowed, pushing back to meet each of Draco's strokes. His balls drew up, and he twisted his hips, desperate to come. One more stinging swat to his arse is all it took to propel him into climax. Harry yelled, loud and long, as he stretched up on his toes, body taut while he sullied the kitchen table with his release.
Behind him, Draco gasped and clutched Harry's hips as he followed, filling Harry to overflowing with his pleasure. Harry's trembling arms gave out, and he slumped over the table until Draco finished.
Draco pulled out with a lewd squelch and gave Harry's arse a final, light slap. "I take it you enjoyed that?" he teased.
Harry's rim clenched and quivered in reaction. He straightened up slowly, leaking come. The front of his tunic was stained with his own jizz. "Ugh," he muttered.
"Go get cleaned up, Harry," Draco said cheerfully. "I'll just stay here and tend to Darius."
Harry vacillated between hiking his leggings back up or stepping out of his boots to remove them completely. His dilemma was solved for him when Draco zapped him to the edge of the bathing pool.
"High-handed fae," grumbled Harry. He toed off his boots, stripped off the soiled leggings and tunic, tossed the garments into the water, then waded in after them. Harry sat down on a submerged, flat rock and sighed in bliss. A binding ceremony would mean unlimited sex, followed by soaking in a warm, spring-fed pool.
...and a multitude of babies if he wasn't careful.