AWDT; Unforeseen Consequences 12
Title: Unforeseen Consequences 12
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Mpreg, awkward explicit sex (Characters engaged in awkward, explicit sex are of age)
Word count: 700
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Observe the warnings and the rating.
Author's note: Written for the current awdt prompt of We used to be friends. Part of my Unforeseen Consequences arc, all written for awdt prompts.
Summary: Harry and Draco attempt pregnant!sex.
Draco peered down the length of his naked, ungainly body and heaved a sad sigh. He reached for his cock and gave it an affectionate stroke. "We used to be friends," he lamented, "now I never see you any more."
Harry laughed from the other side of the bed where he was getting undressed. "Would you like me to help you with that?" he offered.
"And just how do you propose to accomplish that?"
Harry sent his husband a smoldering look. "I can...encourage your friend to come out and see you."
Draco chuckled at that and rolled onto the bed, trying to shift to a more comfortable position. "I fancy a shag, but it would never work," he huffed, rubbing his stomach gently.
Harry's interest was piqued. "We could try," he mused.
"Honestly, Harry! Face it, we're too fat."
"We're not fat; we're pregnant," Harry corrected him. "And, where there's a will, there's a way."
"Do enlighten me."
Harry rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Missionary position is definitely not going to work," he mused. "Doggy style, it is!"
Draco raised a skeptical brow. "And who gets to be the bitch?"
"It was my idea; I get to be top dog," Harry smirked.
Draco shook his head in disbelief. "I still don't think it will work."
"We won't know until we try it."
~*~
Harry, who could still see the end of his own cock when it was erect, had managed to poke it into Draco's proper receptacle, and they were now rocking gently back and forth on the bed. However, it was not the most thrilling sex they'd ever had. Harry's belly prevented him from thrusting deeply enough to touch Draco's prostate, and Draco couldn't stroke his own cock because he didn't dare lose his balance. Although Harry was faring marginally better, he was growing frustrated at his inability to do more than thrust shallowly into his husband. It was the most unsatisfying sexual experience of Harry's life. By the time he climaxed it was more of a relief than a release.
Draco yawned. "Are you done back there?"
Harry carefully pulled free and maneuvered his bulk next to Draco's. "Did you...?"
"No, my willy lost interest midway through the proceedings."
"Why didn't you say something?!" gaped Harry.
"You seemed to be enjoying yourself," Draco replied with a laconic smile.
"Oh." Harry was disappointed that he'd been unable to please his husband after all. "Shall I suck you off, then?"
Draco's eyes darkened with renewed interest. "If you're certain you won't tax yourself," he responded with a nonchalant air.
Harry assessed the situation while reaching out to stroke his husband's shaft. Draco's cock was trying bravely to stand up to the attention, but his belly was in the way. Harry decided the best angle of attack would be perpendicular, so he lay down on his side, facing Draco's feet, and rested his cheek against Draco's distended stomach. Harry took the tip of Draco's penis between his lips and sucked gently. Things were going swimmingly until one of his unborn daughters kicked Harry in the face.
~*~
Draco was still snickering as they lay side by side, propped up on their pillows, bodies relaxed and lethargic after their sexual activity.
"I'm delighted you're so amused," Harry sulked, rubbing his cheek.
"You must admit it was funny," Draco teased him. "Besides, I can't believe she packed much of a punch."
Harry merely huffed.
"It will make a great story to tell them when they're older," Draco grinned.
"Draco Malfoy-Potter! We are not telling this story to anyone, least of all our children."
"I shall tell the story at our 50th Wedding Anniversary party," declared Draco.
"If you do, I'll divorce you--right there at the party," Harry informed him with a scowl.
"You would not."
"Yes, I would."
"I will be forced to take drastic measures to prevent that, I see," Draco mused with a sleepy yawn.
"What sort of drastic measures?" Harry was compelled to ask, drawing his husband more securely against him.
Draco glanced up at him and proclaimed, "I will simply have to make certain you are pregnant at our 50th Anniversary party."
~tbc~
Unforeseen Consequences 13
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Mpreg, awkward explicit sex (Characters engaged in awkward, explicit sex are of age)
Word count: 700
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Observe the warnings and the rating.
Author's note: Written for the current awdt prompt of We used to be friends. Part of my Unforeseen Consequences arc, all written for awdt prompts.
Summary: Harry and Draco attempt pregnant!sex.
Draco peered down the length of his naked, ungainly body and heaved a sad sigh. He reached for his cock and gave it an affectionate stroke. "We used to be friends," he lamented, "now I never see you any more."
Harry laughed from the other side of the bed where he was getting undressed. "Would you like me to help you with that?" he offered.
"And just how do you propose to accomplish that?"
Harry sent his husband a smoldering look. "I can...encourage your friend to come out and see you."
Draco chuckled at that and rolled onto the bed, trying to shift to a more comfortable position. "I fancy a shag, but it would never work," he huffed, rubbing his stomach gently.
Harry's interest was piqued. "We could try," he mused.
"Honestly, Harry! Face it, we're too fat."
"We're not fat; we're pregnant," Harry corrected him. "And, where there's a will, there's a way."
"Do enlighten me."
Harry rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Missionary position is definitely not going to work," he mused. "Doggy style, it is!"
Draco raised a skeptical brow. "And who gets to be the bitch?"
"It was my idea; I get to be top dog," Harry smirked.
Draco shook his head in disbelief. "I still don't think it will work."
"We won't know until we try it."
~*~
Harry, who could still see the end of his own cock when it was erect, had managed to poke it into Draco's proper receptacle, and they were now rocking gently back and forth on the bed. However, it was not the most thrilling sex they'd ever had. Harry's belly prevented him from thrusting deeply enough to touch Draco's prostate, and Draco couldn't stroke his own cock because he didn't dare lose his balance. Although Harry was faring marginally better, he was growing frustrated at his inability to do more than thrust shallowly into his husband. It was the most unsatisfying sexual experience of Harry's life. By the time he climaxed it was more of a relief than a release.
Draco yawned. "Are you done back there?"
Harry carefully pulled free and maneuvered his bulk next to Draco's. "Did you...?"
"No, my willy lost interest midway through the proceedings."
"Why didn't you say something?!" gaped Harry.
"You seemed to be enjoying yourself," Draco replied with a laconic smile.
"Oh." Harry was disappointed that he'd been unable to please his husband after all. "Shall I suck you off, then?"
Draco's eyes darkened with renewed interest. "If you're certain you won't tax yourself," he responded with a nonchalant air.
Harry assessed the situation while reaching out to stroke his husband's shaft. Draco's cock was trying bravely to stand up to the attention, but his belly was in the way. Harry decided the best angle of attack would be perpendicular, so he lay down on his side, facing Draco's feet, and rested his cheek against Draco's distended stomach. Harry took the tip of Draco's penis between his lips and sucked gently. Things were going swimmingly until one of his unborn daughters kicked Harry in the face.
~*~
Draco was still snickering as they lay side by side, propped up on their pillows, bodies relaxed and lethargic after their sexual activity.
"I'm delighted you're so amused," Harry sulked, rubbing his cheek.
"You must admit it was funny," Draco teased him. "Besides, I can't believe she packed much of a punch."
Harry merely huffed.
"It will make a great story to tell them when they're older," Draco grinned.
"Draco Malfoy-Potter! We are not telling this story to anyone, least of all our children."
"I shall tell the story at our 50th Wedding Anniversary party," declared Draco.
"If you do, I'll divorce you--right there at the party," Harry informed him with a scowl.
"You would not."
"Yes, I would."
"I will be forced to take drastic measures to prevent that, I see," Draco mused with a sleepy yawn.
"What sort of drastic measures?" Harry was compelled to ask, drawing his husband more securely against him.
Draco glanced up at him and proclaimed, "I will simply have to make certain you are pregnant at our 50th Anniversary party."
~tbc~
Unforeseen Consequences 13