Fae Convincing
Title: Fae Convincing
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry, baby, ofc
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity, copious bodily fluids, mpreg
Word count: 890
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 fantasyfiend09 and myrtali, both of whom had Fae Draco on their wishlists!
Summary: Draco wants a formal bonding ceremony.
"Harry, you cannot have fermented cider in your condition," Draco tsked at him.
Harry pushed himself out of Draco's arms. "Twat," he muttered.
Draco laughed and reached for his hand, tugging Harry back in the direction of the cottage in the orchard. "Come along," he said. "We'll have some nice, refreshing apple juice and a nice, friendly chat with Soren."
Harry balked. "Why do we need to chat with Soren?" he asked.
Draco halted and turned to face him. "We need to discuss a more permanent bonding ceremony, now that our handfasting period is over," he replied.
Harry swallowed heavily. Draco was as solemn as he'd ever seen him since that first encounter in the orchard a year ago. "You want to create a permanent bond with me?"
Draco smiled at that. "We have two children, Harry," he replied. "Well, one and a half. They bind us together, and I'd like to formalize it. Are you in agreement?"
Harry's mouth worked for a moment before he croaked, "I'd like time to consider it."
"That's fair," Draco said with a nod. "I shall enjoy convincing you."
"Wha...?" Harry realized he was speaking to Draco's departing back, and he quickened his pace to catch up.
Soon, they were in view of the cozy cottage. Once they entered, Harry's anxiety abated as he saw Darius napping in his basket while Soren rocked it gently with her foot. He resisted the urge to scoop the baby up and instead sat down at the kitchen table, across from the fae woman. Draco took the seat between them.
Soren bestowed a smile on them both. "You are wanting a ceremony to renew your handfasting vows and make your bond permanent?"
"Yes," said Draco.
"I don't know," said Harry.
If Soren was surprised or dismayed, she didn't show it. "Best you be sure before engaging in a magical binding," she advised. She rose to her feet and shuffled to the door. "Let me know when you decide."
As Soren exited, Harry looked at Draco. "Are you angry with me?"
"Not at all," Draco replied. "As Soren said, we need to be sure."
"You're sure you want to go through with it?"
Draco nodded. "I missed you and Darius when you were gone, and now we have another baby on the way. I've always found you attractive, and I enjoy your wit and admire your bravery. Would you like to tell me why you're hesitant about this?"
Harry squirmed on his chair. "Well, I...it all seems so sudden!"
"Sudden?" Draco repeated, his eyebrows climbing up his forehead. "We've been together for a year."
"I mean, it's sudden that I've had to think about it," Harry said in his own defense. "I just need some time to reach a decision."
"Do you have any better offers on the table?"
"No."
"Has Bastian been sniffing around you again?"
"No! Ugh," Harry responded with a grimace.
"Do you still miss living in London?"
Harry wrinkled his nose. "I thought I did, but being back there for a few days drove me spare. Even Darius hated it."
"You know you are free to visit your friends and family, and that they're welcome to come here for a visit," said Draco.
"Yes, I know."
Draco nodded once and stood up. "I can see that I shall have to convince you that you belong here with me," he announced. "Come along."
"Er, where?"
"To the bedroom," said Draco. "I think a good tupping will sort you out."
"But, we shagged only an hour ago," Harry protested, even as he stood up and followed his fae lover into the bedroom.
"It's been an hour?! No wonder you're so surly."
"Not surly," Harry muttered as he tugged off his tunic and toed off his boots. "Say, I want to top this time."
"That's hardly fair, Harry."
"Huh?"
"How am I to convince you to join me in bonded bliss if you don't allow me to convince you with my sexual prowess?" Draco argued. As he spoke, he stripped off his own clothing and began slicking his erect cock with spiced apple scented lubricant.
Harry's eyes followed the up and down motion of Draco's hand, and he completely forgot what they'd been discussing.
"Lie down and open wide, Harry, there's a good chap."
Thus, Harry found himself once again on the receiving end of a good dicking. He pulled his knees up, grabbed Draco's arse, and lifted his hips into each thrust. Harry panted softly, letting a moan slip here and there.
"Louder, Harry. I can't hear you."
Harry clamped his lips shut.
"Shall I pull out, roll you over, and give you a spank?"
"Oh my god," Harry whimpered. Just the thought of it made his body clench in anticipation.
Draco drove in hard and rolled his hips.
"Oh my god!" yelled Harry. He fervently hoped that Darius wouldn't wake up.
Draco had no such qualms. He pounded away between Harry's legs, forcing louder and louder exclamations from him until Harry came with a wail that would rival a Banshee. Draco joined him three strokes later, groaning through his release and filling Harry to overflowing with the results.
Draco pulled out with a wet, messy pop, and collapsed beside Harry. "Soren can perform the ceremony next week, okay?"
"Mm, yeah," sighed Harry, completely shagged out. "Wait. What?"
Glorious Tupping