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The muffled whoosh of the Floo emanated from the dining room, accompanied by a sliver of green light falling through the cracked door to the bedroom.
Hermione mouthed a soundless Finite Incantatem, dragging her hand away from the pert nipple she'd been playing with and pulling the sheets up until she was fully covered. Draco was a creature of routines. In her mind, she saw him hanging his robes on the silver-tipped hooks of the coat rack they had behind their front door, saw him opening the laces of his black loafers and putting them neatly on the shoe rack. She imagined him noticing her shoes standing there, wrinkling his brows as he wondered whether she'd taken a different pair this morning or if she'd come home early tonight.
She was a creature of habit, herself. It was likely one of the reasons why their everyday life fit so neatly—though with the occasional exciting foray into adventure. She definitely hoped tonight's escapade would delight him.
Ears perked, she listened for the familiar sounds. The bathroom door snicked shut, all subsequent evidence of him washing his hands and face shut off. Hermione's fingers slid between her legs. Slickness greeted her, making her bite her tongue to suppress a threatening moan as her index finger circled her clit.
How would Draco react to finding her like this? For a split second, she doubted her plan, but then she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She relaxed the hand holding her wand. It lay loosely between her fingers, next to her upper thigh.
It would be fine. If he'd really had a bad day and wasn't up for a surprise, she'd just find another opportunity. Hermione rubbed around her clit lazily, keeping up her arousal, but far from the quick release she'd enjoyed earlier.
A few minutes later she heard Draco's bare feet pattering down the corridor to their bedroom. Her heartbeat sped up. She released her wand to wipe her clammy hand on the sheet. What would he say seeing her like this?
Draco nudged the door to widen the crack. "I'm home. Are you all right?" he asked softly. "Do you have another migraine? Need anything?"
Her heart beat a wild staccato. This was the tipping point. So far, Draco had reacted as expected, enabling her to prepare a few sentences to lure him in. Though she suspected that finding her wet and ready for him would negate the worst possible day he could ever have had.
"I need something, yes," Hermione said. "Lumos."
Plenty of warm candlelight suffused the room as soon as the last syllable left her lips. Draco pushed the door fully open. His eyes raked over her covered form and she wondered what details his imagination would fill in. Maybe he could even see her nipples peaking through the fabric. They were stiff and achy from earlier, and still eager for more.
Surprise flashed in his eyes when the pieces slotted into place, followed by the delight Hermione had been hoping for. A smile spread upon her lips.
He leaned against the door frame, slipping a hand into the pocket of his trousers. "Is that so? Well, I suppose I can't leave my wife wanting. It would make me a terribly neglectful husband, wouldn't it?"
"Yes. Yes, it really would." Hermione propped up her feet and spread her legs. Despite her playing coy, being still under the blanket and all, she didn't have any doubts that he could picture well enough how her fingers traced over her slit. He kept watching her, although the hand in his pocket had taken a more centred position, probably grazing the side of his cock. Was he getting hard already? It was hard to tell with his dark trousers not offering much contrast.
He wasn't moving, and that would not do. Hermione increased the pressure of her fingers and let out a small groan.
In an instant, Draco stood next to her. He pet over one of her knees, then tugged on the sheet without displacing it. "Are you planning to torture me or may I partake in the obvious offering?"
Hermione smirked and moved her hand from beneath the fabric. She held it out to him, and he dutifully bent to inspect the wetness on it.
"Torture it is," he said, but he didn't look dismayed at all when he sucked on one finger after the other.
"Not really." Fingers clean again, Hermione reached out and opened his belt and the top button of his trousers. They fell to his ankles without further ado. The beginning of his erection showed beneath his dark boxer briefs.
She traced the outline of his bulge, eliciting a sharp intake of air from him before she let her fingertips trace the lean muscles of his upper thigh.
"Don't you want to peek under the blanket?"
She didn't have to ask him twice. Draco's eyebrow ticked up and he obliged. The smooth, sky-blue cotton sheets whispered over her skin like a soft breeze, but as they ran over her nipples, she had to bite down a pleased hiss. They were so sensitive.
Draco looked from her toes to the apex of her legs, appreciation plain on his face. But, as expected, his eyes moved further up to her breasts, where they halted their perusal.
His eyes widened and flicked to hers, then back. Hermione held her breath in anticipation, watching him closely. As much as he prided himself on being able to keep a straight face in almost all situations, he was more open when they were intimate.
"That's"—Draco licked his lips—"very clichée of you."
A look at his crotch proved that his body considered it something else entirely.
Hermione grinned victoriously. She pulled his briefs down so that he sprung free. As well as she could, she closed her hand around him and began to pump. Draco's eyes fluttered shut, but only for a second, as if he didn't want to miss any of it.
"Fuck," he hissed and bent down again to take a closer look at what adorned her breasts. "Where did you get those? The craftmanship is exquisite. There are even individual scales." He grinned at her. "And you got one with red and one with green eyes?"
"I know," she admitted with a laugh. "I couldn't resist when I saw them in that tiny store off Knockturn Alley. Serpens Movere," she said while grasping her wand again and drawing three tight circles with the tip of it into the air.
Immediately, the small, elaborately crafted golden snakes on Hermione's breasts began to move. They slithered around her swollen buds, wrapping tightly around them and loosening after a squeeze, only to start from anew. Hermione let out a stifled moan.
"Fuck," Draco repeated and straightened. He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt for several long seconds until they all were open and he could shrug out of the garment. Stabilising himself with one hand on the bed, he leaned down to hover over her. He covered one breast with the other hand. "It feels so foreign, the writhing. Can you control the movements?"
Hermione arched her back as his thumb flicked across a nipple. She had tested the clamps thoroughly, going through every setting she could think of during the past few hours. Now both her nipples were red and sore and aching, and she loved every second of it.
He hummed appreciatively, catching one stiff peak between his thumb and index finger. "What good fortune that your tits enjoy receiving attention as much as I like giving it to them." When he squeezed carefully, a fresh trickle of wetness escaped her.
"The spell is Serpens Movere," she panted and patted her side for her wand. She hadn't even noticed dropping it. "The movement… the movement of the tip determines frequency and pressure." She drew an eight in the air, bigger than the previous circles.
The snakes pulsed around her nipples, similar to when Draco twisted them between his fingers. Her eyes crossed.
Draco extracted her wand from her hand and nudged her so she would move further into the middle of the bed. After laying down on his side, facing her, he repeated her words. He painted two big and quick eights. The pulsing increased in frequency and pressure. Hermione's thighs snapped shut at the onslaught of sensation.
"Oh Gods," she groaned. Her hand latched on his leg and squeezed. "'M sore. A bit softer."
He kissed her areola right next to one of the slithering snakes and tongued around the jewellery. "How often? How often did you make yourself come already?" He took one nipple between his lips and sucked until Hermione's toes curled.
"Once only, and to the brink of another," she half-moaned, half-mumbled. Her eyes fluttered closed.
She heard Draco chant, and while the pressure eased, now the snakes dragged over her nipples. Then they circled her buds before tightening softly and dragging over them once more. Hermione cried out.
Her hand hurried between her legs. She patted her labia, making the wet smacking sounds she knew drove Draco wild. She opened her eyes to watch his reaction.
As if on cue, his head snapped around. He dropped Hermione's wand to grip his cock instead. Precome smeared across the pink head, fresh beads forming when he squeezed his shaft with a slow upward movement.
He crawled between her legs without further ado, putting his cock on her slit without entering her. "Gods. Hermione. So wet. My beautiful, enticing wife," he groaned as he slowly moved his hips back and forth to coat himself in her arousal.
Warmth bloomed in her chest. Draco said the best things during sex, when his words were unfiltered by his usual reserve.
His eyes tracked the coiling of the snakes around her nipples. Then he sank into her slowly. There wasn't much resistance thanks to her slickness, just the delicious stretch she still experienced every time after all these years.
Even so, Draco halted to give her time to adjust. His hands slid over her wide hips and soft abdomen, caressing her skin until they were in reach of her breasts. He cupped them both and gazed upon the writhing snakes with rapt attention. Hermione clenched down on him, eliciting a hiss. He slowly withdrew until he'd nearly exited her, only to push in again with the same deliberation. His pace was slow at first, but soon it began to increase.
"The edge of another orgasm, you said?"
Hermione nodded. The tips of her fingers slid over her clit as though of their own accord. It wouldn't take long, worked up as she was.
"Let me see you come," he panted. "Make me feel how you milk…" His words trailed off, but she knew what he was asking for. The confirmation of how good he made her feel. The feeling of her cunt wanting to get stuffed full of his cock and his spend, of greedily draining him until he had nothing left to give.
Hermione congratulated herself mentally. He must have been extraordinarily turned on—or drunk—to let that slip. And he definitely wasn't drunk.
Sweat pearled on his forehead. His thrusts became quicker and deeper.
She was so wet that every slam of his hips smacked loudly through the room. She increased the sliding of her index finger across her clit in sync with Draco's pace. Her cunt fluttered, straining around his girth. Draco's eyes flitted between her fingers on her clit and the jewellery's rhythmic movements around her nipples.
The snakes seemed to get quicker, too. Were they attuning to her cresting pleasure? They circled and slithered, squeezed and twisted Hermione's tender flesh until she thought she couldn't stand it any more. Her nipples were hot spots of sensation, only surpassed by the spreading tingling in her clit. Half out of her mind, her fingers pressed into the side of it, while her other hand reached for his upper arm and dug her fingertips into his biceps. Draco's fucking became frantic.
With a harsh cry, Hermione came. Her legs spasmed and tightened around his hips like her cunt tightened on his cock. She writhed, shockwaves of exhilaration spreading through her. Draco grunted but kept on pumping into her to drag out her climax as long as he could.
Seconds passed and her high subsided. Hermione took her hand from between her thighs and tapped Draco's hips. He slowed down, still thrusting deeply but not as frantically.
The stimulation on her nipples grew too intense. As much as Hermione relished in the pleasure-pain the snakes had showered her with the whole afternoon, the bright crimson of her peaks mirrored the extent of her soreness. She grappled for her wand which Draco had dropped next to her side.
"Finite Incantatem," she called out. The golden clamps obediently ceased any movement and went back to their ouroboros resting shape.
Draco's face shone red with exertion, but he had a smug look on it as he slowed down nearly to a stop. Hermione suspected that he wanted to drag out his pleasure a little longer. She didn't mind at all.
He shifted her legs so he could bend down to lick over both nipples and then followed the innocently lying snake circles with the tip of his tongue. Hermione sighed happily. Despite being completely wrung out, she felt a spark of fresh desire.
"These snakes deserve a spot on the top of our list," he mumbled against her skin. He alternated between flitting the tip of his tongue over her nipples and sucking on the rest of her breasts where he left a trail of purple marks. "If you tell me the exact address of that shop, I'll inquire about their other stock personally. They seem to have innovative ideas."
Hermione tilted her hips to meet his lazy thrusts. "I'll lend them to you, if you want." She reached between them and pinched his nipple.
"I was thinking about other central parts of your body." He ground his groin into her, pressing down to tease her clit. As he looked at her with an eyebrow tilted, red spots scattered his cheeks and neck. He was definitely more worked up than he tried to let on. "Do you have another one in you?"
She shook her head, then lifted it to press a sweet kiss on his lip. "Don't worry about me now. I just want you to come as hard as I did," she said, and clenched around his cock. A stuttering breath left him, his cock still as adamant as it had been while he was pounding an orgasm out of her.
Grunting, he straightened and lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Not only did this position give him full view of her breasts, he also could see each and every movement that his cock made in and out of her cunt. He pecked the inside of her lower leg, then he picked up the pace once more.
Every hard snap of him against her reverberated through her whole body. Draco buried his teeth in his lower lip, his gaze switching between her jiggling breasts and her soaked cunt. The snakes lay flat on her areolas, easily following each movement. Hermione would have to see if they'd stay snug to her skin even when she was taking him on all fours, but for now she reached down to pull her labia open. Playfully, she swiped her finger over her clit. She wouldn't come, but she knew how much visual stimulation did for Draco.
"Yes," he hissed.
Thick, whitish wetness from their combined arousal coated Draco's cock. Her stretched entrance moved with his every thrust. Hermione squeezed rhythmically, trying her best to mimic the milking of her channel he loved so much during her orgasms. A drop of sweat ran down his nose, his skin gleaming from crown to chest.
Hermione didn't think it would take him very long now anyway, but she'd got the clamps for a reason. She wanted to do something special for him. Within a split second, she knew exactly how to take it up a notch. Despite her soreness, she took up her wand and let the golden snakes dance around her aching buds once more.
Draco's mouth fell open. His eyes fixated on the tireless jewellery immediately. He hammered such a harsh staccato into her that Hermione was pushed up the bed several inches with every powerful thrust. Finally, he fucked into her as deeply as he could, grinding himself into her without any hint of restraint. He groaned, louder than usual, one hand gripping her knee and massaging it in sync with the spurts of his seed. His cock pulsed so hard inside of her that she was surprised it didn't slip out from the force of it.
Too soon, all tension left him. He fell forward but caught himself with his hands before impact. Even in this state, he first licked and sucked on her breasts before he relaxed on her at last. Hermione silently ordered the spell to stop and wrapped her arms and legs around his torso and arse to hold him close. She didn't want him to slide out just yet.
"You have the most exceptional ideas," Draco whispered into her ear. He kissed her cheek, one hand caressing the other one.
"I'm looking forward to the ideas you'll get when you see what else they have on offer."
He chuckled. "I'm afraid that will have to wait until I have regained a semblance of vitality. You sucked it all out of me, you vile witch." He rose a little, kissing her nose, too.
"Of course, I wouldn't want to add to your frailty by demanding supper from you in your feeble state."
Draco flipped them around, eliciting a surprised laugh from her as he smacked her bum once she'd settled atop him. "Perish the thought," he said drily. "Let's get some Indian instead."
Hermione snuggled into him. His cock was still half-hard and lodged inside of her. "Just another five minutes."
Of course it was more than five minutes. Turned out that they both had another one in them, after all.