HP/DM: All This And Heaven, Too Ch. 6
Story Title: All This and Heaven, Too
Summary: Harry and Draco are newlyweds… They have a good marriage with a few hiccups…. I suck at summaries. It’ll be fluffy fluff fluff.
See chapter one for rating, warnings and disclaimer.
Author’s notes: This is unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own.
Sorry this took so long. I rewrote the first half of this a half dozen times and never really liked it.
Chapter One
Chapter Six
Prompt: Message-back rub
Word Count: ~730
Although he had never spent much time at the beach, Harry understood what it was like for a sunbather to soak up the summer rays. The sun would warm their flesh to the point of sweat bubbling to the surface and streaking down the sides of half naked bodies. The purifying light would restore a sense of self. The intoxicating heat melting away all their troubles. After a refreshing swim in the ocean, they would retire back to the day-to-day grind, but they would be basking with darkened, radiant skin. It was a sign of having the time for leisure and carefree hours. Others would be envious of that kind of happy-go-lucky lifestyle, but Harry understood what that kind of absorption did to your soul.
He understood it, because he was experiencing it at that moment as Draco worked his magical fingers up and down Harry’s spine. Draco eased the tensions and pains that had found their way there that morning and worked as no other magician or masseur could.
It seemed that about the time he found out he was pregnant, Harry began having intense lower back spasms. Sometimes they would last for only a few minutes and then sometimes they never went away. This particular pain had been nesting in his lower back for the past two days. In the morning, when he winced -in pain, Draco bolted up and taking action.
“It’s your lower back isn’t it?” Draco asked. Concern washing over his face as looked Harry over. He had been reading, almost nonstop about all the possible symptoms and problems that could go wrong with a male pregnancy.
Harry found it both adorable and annoying.
“I was reading this book last night, Magical Massage, which explained how to help you get rid of those aches and pains. Take off your clothes and roll over on your stomach,” Draco commanded as he waved his wand to retrieve a bottle of aromatic oils. The brand name on the label looked suspiciously similar to the type of lubrication they used.
“It was that tone of voice and that particular command that got me into this situation to begin with,” Harry mumbled, feeling chills go down his spine when Draco spoke like that. He loved that combination of a cool façade with an authoritative voice and his legs spread a little wider from it. he could always hope that the massage lead to something more.
“Hush, you,” Draco said. “There’s a baby on the way and we can’t have him stressed because you’re feeling pain. “ Draco murmured as he squeezed oil onto his hands to warm it before spreading it over Harry’s back.
The oil was still cool when it hit Harry’s skin, but Draco’s hands were warm and welcoming as his strong digits began moving along the muscles, ligaments, and tendons. At times, he applied pressure that bordered on torture, but at other times it was so gentle that Harry almost turned around to see if Draco was still working on him. Still, though, he rested his cheek on the bed as he felt sections of his body relax and revitalize.
Just when he was dozing off, Draco sharply smacked his ass.
“Geroff, Raco. M seepin’” Harry mumbled. He waved his arm wildly behind him trying to reach and hit Draco back, but not caring enough to actually turn and find him.
For a moment, Draco was nowhere to be found. Then Harry felt a heavy, warm body covering his own. Draco completely covered his shoulders, back, and ass while his legs fell on the outside of Harry’s encasing him in a cocoon of wonderful body heat.
He also felt something hot, hard, and nudging it’s way between his buttocks.
Draco’s lips were wet as they kissed along Harry’s shoulder, up his neck, and then began licking along the outer shell of his ear. A warm breath whispered into his ear, causing him to squirm.
“Harry, love. Wake up and I’ll show you how else we can use that body oil. I’ve lubed myself up and I want to fuck you slow and steady. It’s not a prescribed form of massage, but I’m sure it’ll do wonders to relax you.”
The voice was lulling and inviting, but it was too much as Harry slipped into a deep sleep leaving poor Draco alone with his magical fingers and erect cock.
Summary: Harry and Draco are newlyweds… They have a good marriage with a few hiccups…. I suck at summaries. It’ll be fluffy fluff fluff.
See chapter one for rating, warnings and disclaimer.
Author’s notes: This is unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own.
Sorry this took so long. I rewrote the first half of this a half dozen times and never really liked it.
Chapter One
Chapter Six
Prompt: Message-back rub
Word Count: ~730
Although he had never spent much time at the beach, Harry understood what it was like for a sunbather to soak up the summer rays. The sun would warm their flesh to the point of sweat bubbling to the surface and streaking down the sides of half naked bodies. The purifying light would restore a sense of self. The intoxicating heat melting away all their troubles. After a refreshing swim in the ocean, they would retire back to the day-to-day grind, but they would be basking with darkened, radiant skin. It was a sign of having the time for leisure and carefree hours. Others would be envious of that kind of happy-go-lucky lifestyle, but Harry understood what that kind of absorption did to your soul.
He understood it, because he was experiencing it at that moment as Draco worked his magical fingers up and down Harry’s spine. Draco eased the tensions and pains that had found their way there that morning and worked as no other magician or masseur could.
It seemed that about the time he found out he was pregnant, Harry began having intense lower back spasms. Sometimes they would last for only a few minutes and then sometimes they never went away. This particular pain had been nesting in his lower back for the past two days. In the morning, when he winced -in pain, Draco bolted up and taking action.
“It’s your lower back isn’t it?” Draco asked. Concern washing over his face as looked Harry over. He had been reading, almost nonstop about all the possible symptoms and problems that could go wrong with a male pregnancy.
Harry found it both adorable and annoying.
“I was reading this book last night, Magical Massage, which explained how to help you get rid of those aches and pains. Take off your clothes and roll over on your stomach,” Draco commanded as he waved his wand to retrieve a bottle of aromatic oils. The brand name on the label looked suspiciously similar to the type of lubrication they used.
“It was that tone of voice and that particular command that got me into this situation to begin with,” Harry mumbled, feeling chills go down his spine when Draco spoke like that. He loved that combination of a cool façade with an authoritative voice and his legs spread a little wider from it. he could always hope that the massage lead to something more.
“Hush, you,” Draco said. “There’s a baby on the way and we can’t have him stressed because you’re feeling pain. “ Draco murmured as he squeezed oil onto his hands to warm it before spreading it over Harry’s back.
The oil was still cool when it hit Harry’s skin, but Draco’s hands were warm and welcoming as his strong digits began moving along the muscles, ligaments, and tendons. At times, he applied pressure that bordered on torture, but at other times it was so gentle that Harry almost turned around to see if Draco was still working on him. Still, though, he rested his cheek on the bed as he felt sections of his body relax and revitalize.
Just when he was dozing off, Draco sharply smacked his ass.
“Geroff, Raco. M seepin’” Harry mumbled. He waved his arm wildly behind him trying to reach and hit Draco back, but not caring enough to actually turn and find him.
For a moment, Draco was nowhere to be found. Then Harry felt a heavy, warm body covering his own. Draco completely covered his shoulders, back, and ass while his legs fell on the outside of Harry’s encasing him in a cocoon of wonderful body heat.
He also felt something hot, hard, and nudging it’s way between his buttocks.
Draco’s lips were wet as they kissed along Harry’s shoulder, up his neck, and then began licking along the outer shell of his ear. A warm breath whispered into his ear, causing him to squirm.
“Harry, love. Wake up and I’ll show you how else we can use that body oil. I’ve lubed myself up and I want to fuck you slow and steady. It’s not a prescribed form of massage, but I’m sure it’ll do wonders to relax you.”
The voice was lulling and inviting, but it was too much as Harry slipped into a deep sleep leaving poor Draco alone with his magical fingers and erect cock.