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It slips out of him while he has Draco pinned down on the floor.
They never really got out of the fighting-as-foreplay part of their relationship, much to both the amusement and worry of all their friends.
Sometimes they just need the aggression, the violence that is unique to them to get the gears going. They're not strangers to sweet and tender love-making, as evidenced by the night of conception of their son James, but sometimes it's nice to have a nice struggle before Harry fucks his mate so hard that neither of them can see straight when the night ends.
That's how he wants tonight to be. He hates spending his days trapped inside the auror's office, but ever since he got bitten by a werewolf he's been relegated to a desk job that is killing him bit by bit.
He wants to leave, wants to go back to his home and take Draco fast and hard. He'd sent a patronus to his omega earlier telling him to drop their kid with Ron and Hermione and to get ready for him, and he's just waiting for a response.
He goes about his day feeling a buzz under his skin, and it only grows stronger when Draco answers his earlier proposition enthusiastically and very graphically, proving once again that he is truly Harry's perfect match.
The desk part of the job may be painfully boring but the day passes quickly with the promise of Draco's pussy waiting for him, and soon Harry is getting his things and power walking towards the Ministry floos.
When Harry gets home in a flash of green fire, he makes a beeline for his mate. He's in the living room, dancing to a muggle record Harry had bought on a whim. It had reminded him of Sirius at the time, but it proved to be a good purchase after they learned that James loves music. Nowadays they tend to have something or other playing in the background as they go about their day in their house.
The sight of his omega dancing ignites something inside of Harry, and he walks towards him with purpose before quickly grabbing him by the hips and turning him around, planting a rough kiss on his lips. Harry eagerly swallows the moans Draco makes as he invades his mate's mouth with his tongue, claiming it as his.
Draco's hands cling to his shoulders as Harry walks him backwards towards the center of the room, pushing him down on the soft rug on the floor. That had been a purchase for both theirs and their kid's benefit. The little bugger became a menace when he first learned how to crawl around, and Draco had complained about his back hurting after one to many fucks on the floor.
"Not even a hello, Potter?" he asks breathlessly when Harry finally pulls away.
Harry moves his face towards his neck, breathing in Draco's rich scent. He can never get enough of it.
"Hello, Potter," Harry answers cheekily. He's still ecstatic about the fact that Draco had taken his last name when they bonded.
His omega huffs, but he laces his arms around his neck to drag him back into another vicious kiss. Harry doesn't hesitate to dive in, licking, sucking, and biting on Draco's lips to his heart's content.
He can feel himself starting to harden underneath his pants, so he grabs Draco's arms and pins them above his head with one hand as he grinds their crotches together.
"Ah!" Draco moans, arching his back.
Harry rubs harder against him, feeling as Draco's legs slowly part away to make space from him. The scent of his slick is starting to reach his senses, making Harry's mouth water.
He's about to reach down into Draco's trousers when suddenly he starts to try and shake him off. Harry's hold on his pinned arms tightens, used to him trying to fight back against him, but that doesn't seem to be the case this time, because when Draco next speaks, is to complain.
"Wait, wait, wait—" he says, stopping Harry. "Ugh, there's something digging into my back and it's driving me crazy."
Harry, amused, lets go of one of his arms, chuckling when Draco glares at him for refusing to let him fully free.
Awkwardly, his omega twists around until he pulls a miniature figure from underneath him. "That bloody brat. He's lucky that I love him more than earth. I swear I never was this messy as a child. Father would've had my hide if I left my toys just thrown around like that."
Harry chuckles, shaking his head.
"He's just two, love," he says, freeing Draco's other arm in favor of dragging him up to his lap. "And I seem to recall a certain someone that grew up with house elves that cleaned up all his messes before his father saw them."
Draco glares at him with flushed cheeks and lets out a huff. Harry snorts and gives him a peck on the lips in response. The omega throws the toy away before wrapping his legs around Harry's hips and dragging him down as he falls back to his previous position on the floor.
Harry is caging his head with his arms now, and Draco smiles smugly at him.
"Anyway," he says primly. "Now that we've moved past your son's terrible organizational habits, Potter, you may proceed to ravish me"
But Harry's mind is too far gone now.
Draco's long blond hair is spread around him like a halo of light, marking him as the angel Harry likes to claim he is. The fact that his veela nature allows him to splurt out wings at will doesn't help matters.
He's glowing, Harry realizes. He's always been beautiful. Harry's thought so even when they couldn't stand each other, but there's something about him spread out for him in their house filled with their child's toys that elevates his beauty to a status above that of mere mortals.
Maybe it's the veela blood in him. The sight of his omega with his wings spread out has left him breathless on more than one occasion, but Harry thinks this is something different.
It's coming home after a full moon and burying himself in his mate's arms. It's Draco carefully undoing his robes to breastfeed their newborn baby, despite claiming just nine months before that he would never do that.
It's family.
It's love.
It gets Harry choked up on the depth of his feelings.
Draco must feel the change in the mood too, because he suddenly becomes shy to his alpha's intense gaze.
Harry reaches towards him to move a strand of his silky hair away from his face, and even now, years after they first got together, Draco blushes at his touch. After that, Harry simply has to kiss his mate again. It's not soft, not exactly, but it's slow, deep, allcompassing.
And when their lips disconnect, Harry simply blurts it out.
"Let's have another one," he says, as he sucks on the bite mark he left years ago in Draco's beautiful neck.
"What!?" Draco squeaks.
"Another baby, let's give Jamie a little sibling."
"I—Are you sure?" he asks in a small voice.
"Don't you want to?" Harry asks, suddenly insecure.
"Of course I want to, you dick!" Draco complains. "But last time..."
Harry grimaces, getting pregnant for the first time had been hard, and then the pregnancy itself had been even harder on Draco. Harry had almost sworn off having more children, not wanting to put him through all of that stress again. His mate had been quick to shut that down, though.
Both of them had decided beforehand that they wanted a big family, and Draco wasn't about to let his insecurities stop them from getting exactly the life they dreamed of.
Turns out his brilliant omega had been right all along.
"This time it'll be better. We have all the experience, don't we? Bet I can even get you pregnant tonight," Harry says, opening up Draco's trousers.
Draco giggles at that.
"I'm not even— Ah! It's not even my heat, you idiot. You can't get me pregnant!" Draco moans as Harry moves his hand towards his chest.
Harry hums, using his hand to map over his clothed tits, "Doesn't stop me from trying, love," he says, finding one of his nipples to tease, rubbing his fingertips over the raised nub.
It makes Draco shiver, and Harry can't stop himself from pinching it and twisting it, delighting himself in the wet patch that forms on Draco's white shirt and the cries his mate makes at the sensation.
Something feral inside of him growls at the sight of Draco's breast milk, and Harry lets instincts take over as he roughly takes Draco's pants off, exposing his hard, leaking, omegan cocklet and his pussy shining with slick.
Harry's eyes are dark with lust as he bites down hard on his neck.
Draco thrashes underneath him, but Harry doesn't let go until he tastes blood, renewing his claiming mark. It makes Draco let out a choked gasp beneath him. He tries to push Harry's body away, but the alpha is stronger than him. Has been stronger ever since he settled into his secondary gender, and even more so after he became a werewolf.
Harry's hand slides down Draco’s inner thigh to cup the omega's already wet cunt, making him whine as Harry traces down all the way from his cocklet to his slit with calloused fingertips, parting his pussy lips to make way for a finger to breach him.
Harry's tongue traces over the blood on his neck, making Draco clench around his finger. "You like it when it hurts, angel?"
Draco tries to deny it, shaking his head, but Harry pays him no mind. He knows better than anyone that Draco likes a bit of pain with his pleasure. Hell, sometimes even more than a bit.
So he says "Liar," and bites down harder. "You keep getting wetter for me, I didn't know I married such a painslut."
"Ungh," Draco moans.
"Want me to make it hurt good, love?"
"Al—pha, please," he whines.
Harry growls at the words, and Draco whimpers as his back instinctively arches up, making the finger inside his cunt bury itself deeper.
Harry licks over his mark, savoring the taste of his pale skin mixed with his rich blood.
"So tasty," he mutters. "Want to eat you whole, Draco."
He then moves down, growling at the sight of his omega still having clothes on. "Get. This. Off!" he grunts, getting his fingers out of Draco's cunt to rip the shirt apart.
Draco gasps at the sudden emptiness, and watches with wide eyes as his buttons go flying all over the floor. "Potter!" he cries. "That shirt was expensive!"
Harry moves down to sink his teeth into his chest, biting around one of his nipples. "What did you call me, omega?" he asks harshly.
Draco whimpers in his response. " Alpha ," he says, baring his neck.
Harry smiles around Draco's flesh, his mouth unwilling to stop leaving red marks all over it. He couldn't care less about Draco's shirt. "I'll buy you a new one," he says between kisses. "Bloody hell, I'll buy you a whole new wardrobe, sweetheart."
Draco gasps. "Ha, whatever happened to Mr. Frugal?" he asks.
Harry rolls his eyes, pulling on a nipple with his teeth. "He got a hot mate that he loves to spoil. I'd buy you the world in a heartbeat, love."
"Merlin," Draco replies with a gasp.
"Fuck, you're so tasty, angel. Love your flavor," Harry says as he sucks one of Draco's tits.
His breasts aren't really noticeable unless he's going shirtless, but Harry always knows they're there, hidden under the many layers of Draco's robes. It's like a sexy secret they share, and Harry simply loves to show his mate how much he appreciates them.
He licks them, teases them, bites them, and takes in all the noises and reactions that slip out of Draco as he does so.
He latches onto one nipple and sucks harshly until he feels a drop of milk come out. It's so sweet and delicious, Harry thinks he could get drunk on it. Draco whines at the feeling, inciting Harry to double his efforts and suck even harder.
"Fuck!" Draco moans as Harry uses his free hands to play with Draco's other tit, pulling on it roughly with his fingertips.
The omega's hips are shaking underneath him, rubbing his cocklet and pussy against Harry's crotch. Harry takes a sadistic pleasure in using both hands to hold him down, leaving him unable to pleasure himself.
"Alpha—Harry! Touch me, please" Draco pleads.
Harry plays dumb. "Oh, but I am touching you," he says, tracing circles with his fingers on Draco's hips.
"You know what I mean," Draco pouts, teary eyed.
Harry smiles, moving up to whisper into his ear. "Tell me, Draco. Tell me where do you want me to touch you."
Draco whines. "Touch my—Ungh, please touch my pussy, Harry."
"Gladly," Harry says before plunging two fingers deep into his cunt.
They go in smoothly, leaving Draco unable to stop the moan that escapes out of him.
Harry moves his fingers roughly, driving them in and out of his cunt as his omega shakes around them. He uses his other hand to jerk his cocklet, and underneath him, Draco uses his own hands to tease his nipples.
"Such a slut," Harry says when their eyes meet. Draco pouts at his words.
He's a vision, his Draco. Harry’s hard cock drips with excitement at the sight.
He doesn't stop fucking Draco's pussy with his fingers, but he leaves his cocklet alone as he unbuckles his belt, wanting to free his own cock.
Draco takes offense to that, and he tries to reach his for his prick with his own hand, but Harry bats it away.
"Getting desperate, angel?" Harry asks, a predatory look setting on his face. He swiftly grabs hold of Draco's arms to pin them above his head
"Keep those hands there," he orders as he proceeds to take off his pants and trousers with one hand. He uses the other one to spread Draco's pussy lips open, before moving up and playing with his clit. He smiles as his omega whines and moans.
"Can you hear how wet you are for me?" he asks him. The sounds his fingers make as they go in and out of Draco's cunt are incredibly obscene.
"Mmm Hmmm" Draco moans.
"Imagine how it'll sound when I get my knot inside, when I breed you," Harry teases, and Draco cries at the thought.
"So fucking wet for me," Harry tells him, showing Draco his fingers wet with his slick. "Are you that desperate for my knot? Do you want me to fill you with my pups so badly?"
Draco shakes as he desperately nods. "Alpha, please," he says, spreading his legs wide in the hopes that Harry will keep touching him.
Harry obliges, alternating between stroking his cocklet and rubbing his fingers against his clit.
Draco's mouth is open wide, and Harry doesn't hesitate to take the opportunity to steal a kiss. Using his tongue to explore Draco's mouth to his heart content.
When he thinks Draco is getting close to orgasm, he pulls his fingers out of his cunt to grab hold of his omega's hair, and when Draco whines disappointed, he replaces them with his cock.
He doesn't push it inside. He just drags his thick member against the pink folds of Draco's pussy, making sure to rub his sensitive clit as he thrusts with his hips, making Draco squeal.
His wet cunt makes noises that can be heard all over the room, and with their lips still connected, Harry swallows Draco's moan as he desperately grinds his clit against Harry's cock, bringing himself to orgasm.
His pussy gushes slick and his little cocklet spurts a transparent liquid all over his stomach, but the alpha doesn't stop his movements. Harry keeps rubbing against Draco's pussy as the omega convulses under him. He ignores his tremors and keeps going until he himself cums all over him, leaving white ropes of cum all over the omega's stomach and chest.
The sight does unspeakable things to Harry, no allure can compete with that of his very own veela. He grabs his still hard cock to slap it against Draco's cunt through the aftershocks of his orgasm.
It makes Draco whine, and Harry smirks as he uses his cockhead to collect and then push his come inside Draco's pussy, ignoring Draco's whines at the overstimulation.
"Alpha…" Draco says, voice wrecked.
"Feel good, baby?" Harry asks.
"Tired…" he says.
Harry smiles softly. "Don't worry, you don't have to move a finger," he says before shifting down between his legs.
"Harry! What are you—Ah!"
With deft fingers, Harry spreads Draco's pussy lips open, licking from his cunthole up to his clit before burying his face in his pussy, lapping at his clit while the omega writhes under him.
"Ah, fuck!" Draco moans, burying his hands in Harry's wild hair.
Harry hums as his tongue breaches his omega's pussy. It draws a loud cry from Draco, who tightens his hold on Harry's hair. His legs part unconsciously at the same time his lips part to let a moan out.
"Wait!" he warns.
Harry ignores him, letting his fingers join his tongue as his tongue fucks into Draco. He lets that pair of thin legs over his shoulders, and proceeds to pull back until Draco's back rests on his chest.
"Harry!" Draco complains at the sudden change of position, and instead of apologizing, Harry wraps a hand around his cocklet before pushing his tongue back in Draco's hole.
He eats him out like a starved man, hungrily slushing down slick as if it were nectar. Draco just lies back and takes it, hands holding onto the rug for dear life as Harry abuses his puffy cunt with his mouth and fingers.
Soon, Draco is coming again, cunt clenching and unclenching around Harry's tongue as his cocklet spills all over his face.
Harry pulls his fingers out of the dripping cunt and licks his fingers clean. "Delicious," he says under Draco's hazy gaze.
Draco trembles as Harry drops a last kiss on his pussy, before pulling back to let Draco's bottom fall onto his lap.
The omega is all loose and pliant under Harry's touch, and just clings to him as Harry lifts him up in the air.
"Where're we going?" he manages to slur out.
"Taking you to bed, angel," Harry replies as he does exactly so.
He knows Draco's deep under, listening to him only because he's his alpha and he's biologically programmed to do so. He could do anything to Draco right now and he would simply let him, but Harry would never abuse him like that. He knows both their limits and just how to push them.
Harry waves his hand, making all their discarded clothes float and follow behind them as he walks towards their bedroom.
He deposits Draco on their bed without fanfare, and his mate falls back with his legs wide open, incapable of denying Harry the sight of his sensitive cunt.
Harry climbs over him like a predator ready to eat his prey. He kisses Draco deeply, dominating him with his tongue. Draco submits perfectly to his desires.
When they separate, he goes towards his neck, licking and biting over his jaw as he does so.
"Ready for the real thing?" he asks as he nips his earlobe.
"We're not… done?" Draco asks with wide eyes.
Harry laughs. "Of course not. I've yet to fill you up with my cum, darling. Gonna breed you, remember?"
Draco whines. "But I—I'm…"
"Sensitive?" Harry asks.
Draco nods shyly.
Harry kisses him. "Don't worry your pretty head about it. I'll make it so good for you, angel, even when it starts to hurt."
Draco gasps.
"Because you like it when it hurts, don't you? You're my perfect painslut." he says, twisting one of his puffy nipples between his fingers.
"Ah—Alpha…"
"Tell me what you want, omega."
Draco shudders. "Alpha—want to see you—Want to touch you, want to be bred," he begs, weakly pulling at Harry's shirt.
Harry fulfills his omega's desire and takes off his shirt, displaying the myriad of scars on his chest for him to see.
Draco licks his lips as he runs one hand through his abs.
"Like what you see?" he asks.
Draco nods, star-eyed.
"Then it's my time to ask for what I want," he says, falling back to stand up on the floor. "And what I want is for you to show me your pussy, angel," Harry says.
Draco shivers, lifting his legs up, but keeping his knees together. "Like—like this?" he asks, using his hands to spread his pussy lips wide and open for Harry to see.
His cunt is red and puffy from Harry's abuse, yet he displays it without any hesitation for him. The alpha almost lets out a growl at the sight. Turned on beyond reason, he reaches forward and grasps one of his calves, taking his time to caress it all the way to the sole of his feet, and then he tugs sharply, bringing Draco's exposed arse to his lap.
"So good for me, baby, so pretty."
Draco swoons at the praise.
Harry slots Draco's legs over his shoulders before lining his cock with Draco's entrance. He slips in slowly, letting Draco feel every inch of him as he does so.
"So big," Draco moans.
Harry smiles smugly. He begins moving slowly, working his way up to a punishing pace. Draco's squeals are loud, the omega uncaring about who can hear them, too drunk on his own pleasure. His moans are his surrender, his way of letting Harry know he can do whatever he pleases with his body.
The omega's hips move on their own, his body clearly ready for whatever Harry offers him. The alpha doesn't hesitate to take the invitation, pulling out slightly before quickly thrusting back in. Draco cries out in either pain or pleasure, maybe both.
Harry smirks as his thrusts speed up, not giving Draco quite enough time to get used to them. There's tears in his eyes, and Harry doesn't stop himself from leaning towards his face, practically bending Draco in half, to lick them.
Harry swallows the salty tears and fucks him harder and faster, making Draco whimper beneath him.
The omega digs his nails onto Harry's back, desperate to cling to his alpha while he's fucked. The pace Harry keeps must be painful, after the two previous orgasm his sensitivity must be through the roof, but he doesn't tell Harry to stop. He just keeps moaning louder and louder, nails digging deeper into Harry's flesh and feeling complete as his alpha takes pleasure on his body.
When Harry starts moving at full speed, he knows Draco isn't too far from cumming again.
"Mine— you’re fucking mine— your cunt—your cocklet— it's all mine!" Harry growls, pounding hard into Draco's heat.
Draco cries loudly.
"Cum for me, Draco! Do it now!" Harry orders, and it's enough to pull Draco over the edge. His omega cocklet drooling uselessly as his pussy convulses violently around Harry's cock.
Harry fucks Draco through his orgasm, pounding him hard as his walls clench and unclench erratically around him. There's tears in his eyes, and a small drop of drool escapes his gaping mouth, but Harry doesn't stop.
"Alpha! It's too— It's too much!" he cries out, his nails must be drawing blood on Harry's back, but Harry has other things to worry about.
"Fuck, angel. Can't stop now, gotta come inside, gotta knot you, ugh—make sure it takes!" Harry moans as he continues fucking him.
His mate sobs, hips moving back and forth in an attempt to get away from Harry's cock and fuck himself deeper on it simultaneously.
It drives Harry insane.
He grunts in exhaustion as he pounds into his mate, his balls tightening at the sight of his cock moving in and out of Draco's pussy. He knows he'll cum soon, and he lets out a litany of curses as his knot begins to form.
"I can't—I can't come anymore, please!"
"Yes, you can," he grunts to Draco. "C'mon angel, give me a last one."
"Harry!”
When he spills deep into Draco's womb, the omega cums one final time with him, his trembling cunt milking Harry's knot for all it's worth. His cocklet just twitches, completely spent, no liquid coming out.
Harry collapses on top of his mate, moaning loudly. He uses his hand to touch all over Draco's body. His legs, his sides, his arms, his chest. He does all this as he keeps cumming inside of him, hips still moving slowly for the next few minutes.
He blacks out then, and when he comes back to reality, his face is buried in Draco's neck, his omega fast asleep with Harry's knot deep inside of him.
Harry pulls out slowly, making Draco whine in his sleep. He summons a bucket of warm water and a sponge, and proceeds to softly clean both their bodies of cum, slick, and blood. He maneuvers Draco's sleeping form so he can get to all his nooks and crannies, leaving him spotless before he starts cleaning himself up.
The next morning Harry wakes up with one hand delicately covering Draco's stomach, and he smiles as he remembers last night.
When Draco rises from sleep, Harry wastes no time getting to the important questions.
"Hey, angel?"
"Hmmm?" Draco answers in his sleepy state.
"When's your next heat?" Harry asks.
He's hoping for twins.