Tup of the Morning
Title: Tup of the Morning
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, mpreg, creature!fic, excess of bodily fluids
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 930
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 requested an update to my Fae verse.
Summary: Harry gets a good-morning shag.
The sensation of something tickling his face woke Harry from a sound sleep. He wasn't ready to open his eyes yet. Reaching up, he brushed at his mustache.
Hang on.
Harry pried his eyes open and realized some of Draco's hair had drifted over his face. Normally, Draco spooned him when they were in bed, but Harry had apparently turned in the Fae's arms during the night and was curled close to his lover. Harry sputtered indignantly, waking Draco up.
Draco yawned and tightened his arms around Harry. "It's early yet, Harry," he said. "Do you need your first tup of the day already?"
"What? No!" Harry denied. His cock, however, disagreed, and it perked up with interest at the mention of sex.
Draco palmed Harry's rounded belly and moved his hand lower in a slow caress.
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but he moaned instead when the Fae's warm fingers closed around his shaft and gave him a gentle squeeze.
"Hand me the lube, will you, love?" murmured Draco.
Blindly, Harry fumbled for the small pot on the nightstand and passed it to Draco. As the Fae opened the lid, the aroma of spiced apples wafted to Harry's nose and piqued his desire. Draco drew the blankets down, causing Harry to shiver with a combination of chill and passion. He parted his legs without being asked and groaned when he felt Draco's slick fingers searching for his entrance. Harry lifted his hips to aid his lover. He gasped and bit his lip when Draco slid two fingers into him and began to prepare him.
"Are you ready for your tupping now, Harry?" Draco asked pleasantly. He prodded Harry's prostate as he spoke.
"Oh fuck, yes," panted Harry, squirming on his back. When Draco withdrew his fingers and rose above him, Harry spread his legs wider.
Draco guided himself into place and penetrated Harry carefully. "Mm, you're so tight and warm, Harry," he breathed. "Soon, I'll only be able to tup you from behind," Draco commented as he began a slow and steady rhythm of thrusts.
Harry arched to meet each smooth stroke, enjoying himself immensely. He'd never bottomed much before his fateful encounter with Draco several months ago, but now Harry loved the feel of his lover's thick cock sliding in and out of his hole and rubbing his sweet spot over and over again. Harry pulled his knees up; his stomach was too large for him to be able to wrap his legs around Draco's waist, so he had to settle for the next best thing.
"You're being too quiet, Harry," chided Draco. He pulled out until just the tip of his prick was hugged by Harry's rim.
"More," moaned Harry, thrusting up impatiently.
"What was that, Harry?" asked Draco, twisting his hips.
"Fuck me, already!" bellowed Harry. He groaned when his lover plunged in deep. "Yes," panted Harry. "Yes, yes, there...right there."
"That's it, Harry," Draco praised. He picked up the pace, thrusting faster even as he strove not to ram himself in as hard as he wanted to. "I enjoy it when you lose control and yell your head off while I'm balls deep inside of you."
"Oh my god," gasped Harry, squirming beneath his Fae lover on the bed. His heartbeat quickened as the muscles across his lower back tightened. Draco's next thrust jabbed Harry's prostate with unerring precision, and Harry exploded into climax. "Oh god, yes!" shouted Harry, thrashing in the throes of orgasm.
Draco waited until Harry stilled beneath him before pulling out. "Turn over, Harry," he encouraged, nudging Harry's hip.
Harry grumbled, but he let himself be coaxed onto his fours. Draco mounted him and slid easily inside once more. Harry hummed as his rim twitched and his cock flexed.
Draco began shafting Harry rapidly, finding it easier to shag his partner in this position. Harry rewarded him with involuntary spasms around the length of Draco's cock, increasing Draco's pleasure. His hips thrust powerfully, driving himself in and out of Harry's hole until he came with a shrill cry. Draco clutched Harry's hips and shuddered as he filled Harry with shot after shot of ejaculate.
"Ugh," grunted Harry. He didn't think he'd ever get used to the sensation of being drenched with the Fae's spunk like that. By the time Draco finished with a final sigh, the excess was dribbling down Harry's perineum and leaving him wet and sticky.
Draco uncoupled them carefully, followed by another trickle of semen. "Time for your bath, Harry!" he said cheerfully.
Harry found himself face down in the pool of water he and the Fae bathed in. He came up sputtering. "Must you do that?!" growled Harry. He waded into deeper water and sank down on a flat, submerged rock with a moan of relief. The water was pleasantly cool without being too cold, and Harry did enjoy his daily baths, although there were times he longed for a hot shower.
A flannel cloth hit Harry in the face, interrupting his reverie.
"Hurry it up, Harry," Draco called from across the pool. "We have a busy day ahead of us."
"A busy day?" Harry asked. "Doing what?"
The Fae smirked at him and replied, "We need to harvest apples to make more lubricant."
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