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It was a little less than 24 hours before Harry and Draco's wedding when the blond returned home after his bachelor party, feeling lonely and sad not to find his fiancé waiting for him in bed.
Draco had insisted to Harry that he wanted a traditional wedding. He wanted a separate bachelor party, a bridal shower, to choose the wedding dress without Potter finding out, and most importantly, to not see each other for 24 hours before walking down the aisle and without sex.
The dark-haired man had no objection to the blond's requests, contrary to what Malfoy thought. Harry wanted and indulged Draco's every whim without thinking, even though he often didn't like it, like the idea of not seeing him on the last day and not having sex for the last two weeks before the ceremony.
Despite his many reservations, Harry obeyed and did everything he was supposed to. He helped choose the decorations, voted to break ties on things Draco couldn't decide on his own, and scheduled all the dress and suit fittings. Potter was just as excited as the blond, and he was the main reason Draco's bachelor party was held at a drag queen club that Malfoy always liked.
Earlier that day, the two of them had gone over everything they needed to do, the schedules they had to keep, and sadly said goodbye so Harry could spend the night at Ron and Hermione's.
However, throughout the day, Malfoy missed his fiancé and inundated him with messages, especially when Pansy and Hermione took him to the club.
Everything was perfect, just the way Draco wanted it. He had fun with the girls, danced, drank a lot, got a strip tease, sex toys, and laughed more than anyone could in one night. But even with all that, he still missed one person.
After a while and a few strong drinks at his party, Draco ran to the bathroom with his phone in hand, texting Potter after text, completely drunk.
He felt hot, horny, longing, and desperate for his fiancé's touch. It had been two weeks since they'd had sex, or even a more intimate touch, because of the stupid rules he'd created. With so much alcohol in his system and so many scantily clad men around him, Draco just wanted to have one more naked person with him tonight.
Entering the bathroom, Draco carefully locked the door while looking around for the cleanest spot. He smiled as he walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror right in front of him.
He didn't think straight, but he needed to do something to get the attention he deserved. Then, a few minutes later, Draco lifted her short blue dress to her waist, revealing her pink thong panties, barely covering her folds. The fabric was slightly damp, making him bite his lip, wanting to touch himself.
However, his fingers moved faster than his brain could process, and his back hit the wall, panting as he spread his legs a little wider, beginning to insert two fingers into his slightly wet pussy.
Draco took his time with that slow pace, savoring every sensation of his hole getting wetter and wetter, his fingers gripping the sensitive spot and his lips sliding more easily.
His pussy was ready to fuck very quickly, his hole throbbing with oil dripping onto his panties, his fingers wearily moving until they reached his clit, massaging it quickly in circular motions. Malfoy was a drunken, horny, and needy mess as he came alone in that bathroom, thinking about Harry fucking him there.
His breath was short, panting, his legs a little weak as he felt his honey dripping down his thighs. He smelled of sex, cum, and sweat, and a complete mess with his dress still up as he stared at himself in the mirror.
The blond smiled to himself, still relaxed, and turned on his phone's camera, already chatting with Harry, who had replied a little over an hour ago. Draco positioned the device to take a picture of what he looked like.
Her pussy was half-exposed, her full lips parted as he spread them with his fingers, and a portion of her hole was completely wet. The red skin glistened and throbbed from the recent abuse, and Draco moaned with satisfaction when he saw the result up close, sending it to Potter with an explicit request to have sex that night.
So, because of this, Malfoy felt lonely and sad when he got home, right after sending the photo, and found no one waiting for him as he would have liked.
Harry hadn't replied, but he'd seen the message nearly 15 minutes after he'd sent the photo. Draco stared at their chat, already sitting on the bed without his shoes, his dress slipping thinly between his open thighs, his pussy still feeling wet. He'd been there for 10 minutes, and there was no sign of anyone coming home.
Still feeling aroused, the blond tossed his phone aside, resigning himself to the brunette's absence. After all, Draco had asked and made it clear that they shouldn't see each other, much less for sex, even if his messages begged for it, which was exactly what happened.
Malfoy didn't bother to remove his clothes or makeup. His hair fell soft and wavy around his shoulders as he lay back on Harry's pillow, breathing deeply of his scent as he casually spread his knees.
His mind felt numb from the alcohol, feeling his body float on the bed, and his skin burned as his hands reached up to the hem of his dress, imagining it was Harry doing it. He'd always loved drunken sex with the brunette; everything always seemed so much more intense.
Imagining Potter on top of him, lifting her dress, pulling her panties halfway down her thighs, and fucking him hard, enjoying the last night before their honeymoon, made the blonde sigh with a low moan as he lowered his curious hands to her groin, stroking her clit slowly and curiously.
Draco moaned softly, moving her pussy up and down against his finger. The soft panties sank wetly between her folds with each movement, pressing his fingers deeper. He teased the edges near her entrance, slapping them slowly, and then rubbing harder.
The dress rode up her thighs every time her hips lifted. Her pussy sought his fingers eagerly. The small hole dripped between her lips until it began to drip down her perineum, and Draco thrust his fingers as deep as he could.
Her thighs trembled in anticipation of more. Her pussy gripped his fingers tightly, contracting around him, forcing them into her sensitive spot. Her gray eyes rolled back in her head, and her toes clenched, feeling the heat begin to make her sweatier.
Her pussy was growing wider and wider. Her lips seemed more swollen as she pounded her fingers harder, trying to go harder. She could imagine Harry's cock sliding in and out perfectly, making him cling to it, crying out in pleasure as her breasts bounced unsupported beneath her cleavage.
Her pussy wept needily at the image created as the blonde ran his free hand across the bed for his phone, finally gripping it tightly, rubbing her g-spot.
Her hand trembled as she rocked her legs against the mattress, feeling the intense wave of orgasm, but she kept her eyes open as she opened the camera for the second time that night and recorded everything for her fiancé.
While the camera was still trained on her open pussy, Draco watched it all through the screen. Her fingers sank in with the obscene sound of her cum dripping down her fingers. Her clit was prominent and red, right at the top of her pussy. It glistened with lusciousness, her plump lips loosening, relaxed by the drenched folds, and she managed to catch her finger, plunging oiled into the pulsing hole.
Her moans became breathless, and all she could hear was Harry's name coming from her mouth. Her legs finally relaxed against the soft mattress, and her hand rested over her pussy, as if trying to hold all her cum there.
In a few seconds, trying to catch her breath, still drunk from her recent orgasm, Draco felt her body soften, warm and comfortable. His hands loosened their grip, and the phone slipped from his waist, still with the camera open, recording his own mattress as he fell into a deep sleep.
Harry wasn't that far from home, but it took more than 20 minutes to find a taxi at that hour.
When he received his fiancé's photo and the more than explicit and inviting messages, Harry abandoned all his friends and the poker game they were playing.
No one dared ask why he was leaving the table even though he'd beaten everyone and accumulated a few hundred pounds, but when he grabbed his car keys, Ron was the first to scold him for being incredibly drunk.
None of his friends could afford to drive him back, and all Harry could think about as he walked down the street was how needy Draco was, breaking his own no-sex rule.
Potter was already hard just thinking about getting home and throwing him on the bed, or the couch, or against the wall, anywhere he wanted, just to fuck his fiancé and hear him moan his name.
He didn't even answer the blond because he felt anxious and desperate to get home, and now when he called Malfoy to let him know he was late, it went straight to voicemail.
A little less than an hour after receiving the message, Harry finally arrived home after paying the fare and a tip of at least 60 pounds. He'd never thanked a driver so much for working so late.
His footsteps were loud and quick as he hurried through the house. The brunette opened his button-down shirt as he went, took off his shoes at random places in the hallway, and when he finally opened the bedroom door, he found Draco sleeping peacefully in bed.
His heart skipped a beat as his breathing calmed down, and he walked slowly with light steps until he approached the blond. And Harry never thought he would see him as beautiful as he did at that moment.
A light from the lamp beside the bed illuminated parts of his relaxed body. His blond hair fell loosely against the pillow, his face, with its makeup incredibly untouched, was serene, and his skin glistened with what looked like small beads of sweat.
His green eyes scanned the entire body sleeping on the bed. Draco looked like an angel, indeed he was one. And when Potter moved a little closer, standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes dropped to her full thighs, slightly parted, making Harry gasp.
The blue dress, which normally reached mid-thigh, was riding up to the fabric of her panties at the crotch. Draco's legs were spread a little wider than usual, and Harry could see how his panties were pushed to the side, a wet spot near his tight hole.
Harry's cock hardened again, faster. Draco fell asleep while he was touching himself, waiting for him, and the thought made him exhale in a long sigh.
Malfoy didn't move in bed. His thighs remained still and slumped in the middle of the sheets, one hand resting just above his groin, and the other rested next to his phone, the screen flashing a red dot.
Harry distracted himself for a moment by leaning forward in bed without making any sudden movements and slowly pulling out his phone, noticing that the camera was on.
As soon as he paused the recording, the gallery opened directly to the video, showing that the video was about 18 minutes long, and Harry frowned, looking confusedly between the sleeping blond and the phone.
He didn't receive anything else from his fiancé, he was immediately convinced of that, and his curiosity grew instinctively when he remembered the photo he'd received earlier. With an eyebrow arched and a breath released through his mouth, Harry played the video, which started out a little hazy.
However, in less than 10 seconds, when he turned up the volume on his device, he could hear his fiancé's rapid breathing. Draco moaned his name in sly sounds, while filming her pussy cumming on his slender fingers.
Harry watched the whole thing with a fixed gaze. His cock throbbed inside his underwear, leaking pre-cum as he squeezed his own erection, watching the entrance of her pussy pulsate with cum leaking between Draco's fingers.
Draco would send that to him, he knew as soon as he understood the image that appeared in hers. The voice pleading for Harry, begging his cock to fuck the little pussy that was longing for him.
Potter listened to and watched the short video at least three times before dropping the device somewhere and taking off his pants. His fiancé had given him the best wedding gift without even knowing it, and all Harry wanted was to return the favor.
As soon as he'd removed his pants and underwear, the brunette climbed onto the bed on his knees, trying not to sink too much into the mattress, and trying not to touch Draco's legs.
The blond was still sleeping soundly, his face slightly tilted to the side. Harry took a deep breath, placing himself between her open thighs, and gripped his cock, jerking slowly as he stared at her partially covered pussy.
He missed the blond's warmth, the way he held him when they fucked. Carefully, he released his cock, which was still sticking up, hard and full of precum, and hiked up her dress a little higher to her belly button.
"Fuck, love…" Harry moaned sensitively, looking closely at her thong, his cock throbbing as he moved a little closer, nuzzling the smooth, glistening folds with his head.
Draco's cum was drying on his still-wet lips around the tightest hole. It was still pulsing slowly, leaking a little oil, and his clit remained swollen and completely soaked.
Harry salivated, imagining how it still tasted, wondering if it was hot or as sensitive as it looked. Then, still curious, holding his cock with one hand, he carefully guided his fingers to his panties.
Draco took a deep breath as Harry pulled the underwear aside and continued to sleep, even more exposed to his fiancé, who had no idea he was already there.
Potter masturbated around the thicker base and, with careful, light touches, covered his pussy with his fingers while pressing on his clit. It was hot and wet.
An appreciative moan escaped his tense lips, and when he pressed a little harder against his unfucked pussy, he heard the sticky cum moving through the hole as it oozed out, and Malfoy shifted his waist toward the touch, as if begging for more.
The fingers closest to the sensitive entrance were warm and wet. Harry pulled his entire hand away and continued with two fingers, parting the folds of her pussy as she seemed to heat up even more. And in a simple, quick movement, he began to swirl the tips around her hard, sensitive clitoris.
The blonde's body reacted exactly as Harry expected. Her pussy began to heat needily, her hole blinked lazily, trying to close to increase the pressure, and his breathing became slightly heavier.
His thick fingers pressed harder and harder against the small, sensitive spot at the top of her pussy. Harry spent several minutes rubbing, sliding between her lips, collecting all the oil that leaked onto his hand, playing with the hole with his fingertips. Draco always opened, ready to take him, even in his sleep.
Harry's cock was already leaking pre-cum, dripping near his oiled groin when Potter pushed his fingers in a little deeper and felt the slight resistance give way the more he pressed. He quickly withdrew his fingers and resumed rubbing his swollen clit.
With his hand slick with his own cum, Harry held his cock, guiding it to her open pussy and riding it between the folds until the head hit her clit harder against his fingers.
At that moment, he thought Draco would wake up when his hips rose so high. Even unconscious, the blond was seeking more contact, and Harry moaned at the thought as he slid his cock back and forth over the plump lips, much lighter than his skin.
He was so much bigger than Draco when he looked closely. His head glowed a dark red, leaking cum. He smeared it all over the red, swollen skin hugging his length and smeared all the pussy oil on his fiancé's groin.
When he slid his cock down one last time, the head fit perfectly into the hole, throbbing loudly, trying to grasp it all at once. Draco was smaller, delicate, but so greedy that when Harry brushed just the head up and down the contracted entrance, the hole opened deliciously to the exact size of his fat cock, taking just a little of it.
"Aahh…" Harry moaned, feeling just a small bit of the heat that was inside the abused pussy, and quickly withdrew, forcing the same amount inside several times.
Potter thrust only the head in while rubbing it against the hole opening for him. The pussy remained still, just taking and leaking over the sensitive glans.
Harry didn't want to go too deep or too fast, lest he hurt his future husband. He was loving the long teasing, threatening to fuck him all at once. Seeing his man's pussy always ready for him, available whenever he wanted, and how Draco surrendered himself in every way.
But after a few minutes of just sticking the head in and rubbing her clit with his gentle fingers, Harry moved his hips a little more, feeling the slight resistance at the bottom of her pussy, which gave way when he felt all the pressure of his cock going deep until his groin was against Draco's.
The husky moan was a little louder than he'd intended, but he stopped at the bottom of the tight pussy pulsing against his base and felt the oil running down his cock, encouraging him to start moving.
And he fucked that hot hole opening and closing around him. His movements were slow at first, pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in while watching the pussy swallowing healthily. Draco had already moved slightly between thrusts, and his breathing was quickening.
As soon as he lost his rhythm, getting a little faster, Harry heard the sound of the wet, cum-filled pussy deep inside her pussy as he thrust more needily. His attention was drawn briefly from the thrusting of his cock disappearing into her pussy to the sound of the blonde's voice.
Draco opened his mouth slightly as he let out a soft, breathless mewl. He began responding to every stimulus Harry encouraged him to give him as he fucked the pussy, waiting for him like a gift in their bed.
"Dray, love... you feel so good," Potter whispered breathlessly, taking almost everything inside him and thrusting harder into his stomach, pounding the head where there was resistance, and the blond moaned louder, still asleep.
"Aaahhnn..." His voice came out weak and breathy, feeling the pressure between his legs. Reflexively, the hot, suffocating sensation made him spread his thighs wider and move his hips upward just once, fucking himself on the thick cock.
Harry moaned excitedly at the sight and held his fiancé's thighs even wider, increasing the pace of his thrusts, fucking him fast as his cock slammed, slid, and was swallowed by her pussy, taking him in ever deeper.
His cock grew heavy and throbbed with cum as he pounded the pussy contracting around him again, and Harry felt his veins bulge as his burning head slammed repeatedly into his fiancé's stomach. His slender hips, covered by the dress, trembled loudly as Draco moaned louder.
Harry's eyes flicked to the face resting on the pillow and caught the exact moment the gray eyes slowly opened, rolling back until they focused on him, between his long legs, thrusting his cock into the free hole.
Draco trembled with desire, his legs contracting with pleasure, reflexively at the pressure of the cock pounding his stomach, and his eyes dropped from the green eyes to the cock thrusting in and out, now more brutal, making him bite his lip.
"Ha-Harry... fuck... keep going... I think I'm going to come," Draco said sleepily, his sly, slow voice thick with still-confused pleasure. Before Harry could say anything, the blond began moving his hips against his cock, thrusting harder and harder, seeking a faster orgasm.
The sight of Harry watching his still-sleepy fiancé fucking himself inside him was overwhelming. His hands slid tightly around her thin waist, keeping her pinned against the mattress, letting her pussy move up and down as she gripped the entire length of his cock barely protruding from her hot hole.
Draco threw his face back in lust, his moans growing more sly as he tried to force himself further into her grip. He could feel his pussy burning, oil dripping down his thigh, his panties pressing against the corner of his groin, and his chest sweating, covered by his dress.
Her slender hips thrust upwards forcefully as she moved up and down on his fat cock, and she felt all her cum spurt out as Harry pulled out quickly, letting her pussy squirt hard.
"T-that's it... fuck, I've missed it so much, only you can eat my pussy like that, keep going," Draco pleaded airily, grinding against the air as a puddle formed on the sheets.
Harry, contrary to his fiancé's request, rubbed his head hard against her clit, thrusting a little harder, and came all over her pussy as his cum dripped down her red folds.
Draco felt dirty, sticky, aroused, and covered in the warm liquid Harry had painted him with. His eyes trailed down to her pussy, and he felt her hole throb as he saw all that cum dripping down her red clit until it reached her entrance.
"Baby... you took so long to get here... I... I'm so sleepy... and you fuck me just to come out?" Draco complained slyly, teasing the brunette as he lifted his hips, nodding up and down with his open pussy, and Harry moaned, watching his cum drip over her hot hole.
"You started without me. I saw your little video on your phone," Harry reminded him attentively, and Draco bit his lip with a mischievous smile.
"I wanted to remind you of what you were missing. It took so long, I fell asleep," he said, falsely innocent, lowering his body and grabbing the side of his panties, pulling them up his thighs as far as they would go.
"I had to walk for a while and then find a taxi. I tried to call you, but your phone went to voicemail," he said, lowering his eyes along with his panties and continuing to pull them to his feet, helping him.
Draco listened as intently as he could. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, the wave of his intense orgasm pulling him back into the soft pillow, but he still focused on Harry between his legs and his thick cock dripping cum all over the bed.
He had spent two weeks without knowing what it was like to be properly fucked by Harry's cock, and seeing him so close, used, covered in oil and cum, made his pussy throb once more, now even more sensitive.
His fingers moved to her pussy as he rubbed himself with cum dripping down his hand, and Potter looked at him lustfully, feeling his cock harden quickly once more.
"If you can't take it, don't tease me, Draco," Harry reminded him more firmly, watching the cum-covered fingers fuck themselves easily.
Draco moaned hoarsely, fucking three fingers into her broken pussy, and he lifted toward the fat cock, which thrust upward again with strong thrusts. Harry moaned with goosebumps as her pussy quivered sensitively, trying to push the fingers out at once, but Draco forced himself harder.
"I'm longing, full of cum just to cum and squirt for you. I can handle whatever you want to give me today," he teased efficiently as he watched her cock leak more, and with a mischievous smile, he removed his fingers and pulled down her cleavage, exposing her breasts.
"You won't be able to handle it, not to mention you're sleepy," Harry challenged him hotly, gripping his cock tightly and pounding it over her pussy until it slid into her hole once more.
Malfoy moaned loudly, feeling the pressure increase again. Before sucking his cum-filled fingers, he squeezed her breasts, making their skin sticky. Harry wet his cock against her pussy as he fucked her only halfway, teasing her back.
"You're going to fuck me because I'm your whore," he replied slyly, rolling his eyes, pushing himself against the cock that was already rapidly exiting her pussy. Harry laughed mockingly, starting to fuck harder.
"You are my whore, really," he stated, obviously, as Draco wiggled her swollen pussy around his thick cock and started fucking harder again, slapping his balls against her spread thighs.
"Aah... yes... I am..." Draco moaned loudly at the obscene noise, and hugged the pillow beneath his head, trying to hold on to something. "Fuck me hard, make me come more, will you? I need it so bad... and even if I fall asleep again, keep fucking me harder... don't stop until I tell you to stop." Draco moaned between words, feeling his cock thrust in and out slowly and quickly.
Harry smiled sadistically at the blond as he gripped the underside of his head, his cock driving deeper, harder, his balls slapping against her full ass, and her pussy leaked more oil as it spread wide open.
Potter wasn't one to refuse a request like that, especially from the only person he'd ever truly loved.
Draco was truly drowsy as he twitched around the large cock fucking him, and his eyes rolled back as he felt the head rub against his sensitive spot.
Her back arched, and her breasts grew firm, falling subtly toward the blond's neck. He gripped her waist beneath her dress, keeping her trapped in that position.
Harry's cock drove deeper and faster, her pussy facing downward, her body arched. Draco released his hands, lost in the attempt to hold back the pleasure invading him between his legs, but his strength was fading, practically falling asleep between thrusts, forcing him to move up and down the bed.
"You're such a hot slut when you take your tits out like that," Harry said, staring at her breasts bouncing hard, following the movements of the blond's bouncing body. Finally, he bent over his fiancé, making Draco moan as his cock pounded deeper into her stomach and upward.
"Mmm... you like it when I do that... so why don't you fuck your cock in them?" Draco whispered against Harry's lips as he sank his fingers into Harry's dark hair and pulled him closer, asking for a kiss.
Potter moaned hoarsely at the request and opened his lips against Draco's, beginning a strong, quick kiss.
The blond moaned muffledly, sucking on Harry's tongue. Their faces moved in perfect sync, the pressure on their lips growing hungrier, and their slender hands slid down the back of his neck, down to his broad back, trying to pull him closer and deeper into his pussy.
Harry shifted his hips more roughly, trapping Draco beneath him. His long legs fit perfectly around his waist, hugging him, and Potter gained all the free space to the soft, wet hole.
Draco was open wider, his pussy burning with each thrust as his groin slammed against hers, and it was as if every inch of his cock was searching for a way into her womb.
Her legs, still locked around his strong waist, began to slacken with the suffocating sensation growing in her hips. Draco arched his waist desperately up and down, receiving the thick cock, trying to stay sane, until his lips tore away from Harry's with a loud moan as he felt it slam hard into her cervix.
"Th-that's it!!" "Oh fuck… Ha-Harry… do that again, love… please," Draco begged tearfully, his eyes streaming shut, and Harry repeated the motion.
The brunette's hips continued to pound harder and faster in a steady rhythm. Harry pulled out halfway and thrust harder, arching his cock upward, trying to get as deep inside Malfoy as he could.
Her pussy practically gushed with cum the moment Harry hit her cervix for the fourth time, and Draco's head slammed back against the headboard as his body bucked upward, contracting even more.
Her breasts were red and sweaty. Her blond hair was completely messy and scrunched as Draco struggled to prop himself up with his elbows and dragged his head along the cool wood.
He could feel her pussy dripping with cum, the sound of water running down around his ever-growing cock. Harry didn't stop for a minute, continuing to pound the broken pussy to the base, pressing hard on her clit as she felt the cum seeping down her hole, trying to close it, but Potter's cock wouldn't let her.
"Can you take more, huh?" Harry asked teasingly, rubbing his cock inside her pussy, and Draco let tears flow as he rubbed his pussy with the same intensity, trying to cum more.
"M-more… please…" Draco begged him sobbingly as his body shook violently, and Harry smiled broadly, pulling out quickly.
Draco felt empty and completely ruined. Harry moved quickly as he lay down next to the blonde, his gray eyes following her red pussy, filled with cum and his own release.
Her lips were more swollen than ever, her clit still hard and a shade of red to purple, and her entrance throbbed tight as it expelled more of her oil.
He tried to move his hand toward his groin. Draco wanted to feel for himself how sensitive her clit was, but before he could get any closer, Potter grabbed his wrist firmly and pulled him away.
"It's not yours to touch," Harry said possessively, making her pussy blink needily and aroused.
Draco looked at him sideways, still feeling his firm fingers gripping his wrist, and simply nodded, his face still panting, and Potter softened his touch as he pulled him closer.
"Now you're going to sit still on my cock, and I'm going to fuck you good and hard, until I fill you with cum, okay?" Harry warned with a sweet, lustful smile, making Draco shiver at the words. He looked once more at his swollen, thick cock sticking up before slowly moving his legs until he was kneeling around his muscular hips.
"Are you going to fuck me hard?" Draco asked slyly as he lifted her dress to the middle of her stomach and held the rolled-up fabric while adjusting his knees on the mattress.
As he spread his knees wider, Draco felt water drip down his pussy, reaching his thighs. All of his cum flowed out at once, leaving him trembling as he felt his sensitive walls contract and some of it drip onto the head of his cock, lining his hole.
Malfoy looked down, interested, seeing the swollen glans rubbing against the loose, red lips, not yet fucked, and moaned slyly, moving his pussy back and forth, rubbing his clit against the slit of his cock, making Harry moan loudly.
"Hmm... Love?? Are you going to thrust hard into me? You'll see how your cock enters me like this... then fuck my pussy good and good." Draco teased dirtyly, continuing to rub against the fat head, and Harry held his waist firmly until Draco was still.
The blond whimpered slyly, missing the cock rubbing against his wet skin, and tried to force himself against it even though Harry held him down. And her pussy closed against nothing, still trembling.
"Remember, you asked for it," Harry said softly, his eyes never leaving her face, flushed to the same hue as her breasts. Before Draco could nod, content to get what he wanted, Harry pounded his cock hard until Malfoy cried out in pleasure.
His firm hands kept Draco still as much as they could, never letting the blond sit relaxed on Harry's lap.
His movements were rough, fast, brutal, and he kept pushing himself deeper and deeper into the tight hole around Harry's large cock.
Draco couldn't feel the veins anymore, the full head fucking him so deep. His pussy leaked numbly as he moaned loudly, begging the brunette not to stop.
Harry could feel his entire cock being swallowed with eagerness. The swollen walls of his hole gripped him tighter, sucking him in and out with equal intensity, and his cock throbbed, sinking all the way in until it rubbed subtly against his clit.
"Aahh... again, again..." Draco moaned, his knees buckling as Harry rubbed his groin against her overly sensitive clit, which hurt like nothing else.
Potter grinned mischievously, obeying his fiancé, but this time he released one hand from her hip, bringing it to the throbbing, extremely hard and aroused flesh, making the blonde tremble sharply, jerking his hips upward as he tried to escape the touch.
"I told you to stay still," Harry called out authoritatively, slapping her pussy right on her clit and thrusting his cock harder, forcing her body upward, making Draco's breasts bounce even more.
"I-I can't take it... it's too much... please... cum... I need to... pa..."
The blonde's voice died in a loud moan as Harry's fingers rubbed her clit faster and harder, making her contract completely on his cock, spurting cum all over her pussy, and Draco squirted once more.
Potter moaned, watching Draco's intense orgasm, while the man trembled with intense spasms and his legs parted limply until he sat completely on Harry's lap, his cock buried deep in her pussy.
Malfoy breathed heavily, feeling his cum dripping down in large quantities along with Harry's, and he didn't dare move as his pussy clenched and released, overstimulated, trying to hold what it could inside.
His hands fell wearily to his dark, sparsely haired groin, feeling his oil around his cock still throbbing deep within him. He smiled relaxedly and wearily at Harry, who caressed his weak thighs calmly.
"We broke the wedding tradition. It's all going to go wrong, Harry," Draco said as if it were the most important thing, and his lips curled sadly as he realized he hadn't managed to stick to his plans.
Harry felt his heart clench at Draco's sweet, sly, and weary gaze. He was too sensitive to think about anything, and Potter didn't want to see him sad about this or anything.
"We don't need to follow all these traditions for our marriage to work, love," Harry began affectionately, trying to comfort the blond with a sweet smile. "I don't need rules for our marriage to last if I'm sure you're the love of my life. And that's what matters," Harry finished romantically, making the blond smile with flushed cheeks and a racing heart.
"In sickness and in health?"
"And until death do us part," Potter replied with his best sincere and passionate smile, earning the same smile from the blond, leaning down until their lips were sealed.
For them, that moment was better than any wedding they could have planned. They were married, and no superstition or broken tradition would tear them apart.
Draco felt like the happiest man in the world in Harry's arms, and he never slept so soundly, protected by the firm arms caressing his back until the next day, when he said "yes" once again to the love of his life.