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The Sexual Escapades of a Well-Informed Pureblood, Engaged to the Randy Prat Who Lived - Ch. 25

WooHoo!!  Harry and Draco are back together!  After all their relationship drama, they found a way to work it out!

But c’mon… Did you really think they wouldn’t? lolol.

And so today — after that dazzling reunion — we bring you the final chapter to the The Sexual Escapades of a Well Informed Pureblood, Engaged to the Randy Prat Who Lived. @l0vegl0wsinthedark  and I want to just thank you for reading along over the last several months as Harry and Draco fell in love, and worked through their history and drama and, hell, learned to get over themselves long enough to be happy.  You guys are the best, and we adore all of you so, so much! 

We hope you like this.  Much love from both of us.

For our previous book, check out: The Sexual Awakening of an Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived (aka Virgin Draco)

And for previous chapters of this one, you can click here: The Sexual Escapades of a Well Informed Pureblood, Engaged to the Randy Prat Who Lived

Content warnings for this chapter: Sweetness galore, a lil drinking and Explicit af sex. 😉

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Sexual Conundrum of a Well-Informed Pureblood, Newly Married To The Exhausted Prat Who Lived

 ~Central London Portkey Offices, 8am~

Harry, patting Draco's juddering thigh: *hunched over a scroll, awkwardly trying to fill out paperwork* *rueful* I'm sorry... Not the most romantic thing to do when you're eloping... I've never needed to when I traveled, before…

Draco, sighing and waving one hand: That's-- it's fine. And you haven't had to before because you simply need to flash your badge instead.

Harry, slanting him a crooked grin: ...Why didn’t I think of that? *shoves the parchment at Draco; leans over and kisses his startled mouth swiftly* *marches up to portkey administrator, bypassing.the groaning queue* *leans in and whispers, giving a suspicious look around, and subtly flashes his credentials* *heads back to Draco minutes later with a smug smile, displaying a small marble in his hand* It activates in two minutes. *sits down; lowers his voice* Which is two minutes too long, in my opinion. I can't wait to get you under me again…

Draco, eyes shining with slightly shocked glee: Did you just use your name, Potter? I always knew you were an insuffera-- *breaks off, laughing into Harry's mouth as he hauls him in closer, the Portkey activating mid-snog*

~Tahitian Beach, 2pm~

Harry, swallowing hard: I, Harry James Potter, take you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, to be my lawfully wedded husband, in sickness in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse. *extends hand and holds onto Draco's as the Wizarding Justice binds their handclasp* *voice raw and sober as gazes into Draco's unblinking grey eyes* I bind myself to you, eternally.

Draco, exhaling shakily, eyes lifting from the shimmering lines binding his wrists and palms to Harry's: *eyes bright and clear as he steps forward to kiss him* *softly, lips brushing his ear as he teases* You'd better be prepared for more worse than better, Potter. *grins widely, yelping out a startled squawk of laughter as Harry grabs him in a sudden dip and kisses him again, the flower garland around his neck tickling Draco's chin*

~Tahitian Beach, 7pm~

Harry, holding Draco close as they sit in the sand and watching the bonfire flaming high while they sip fruity drinks: *laughs as Draco nips his jaw* I didn't know Tahitian Wizarding Marriage traditions dictated us staying outside until the moon was high or I'd have picked.... *flaps a loose, vague hand* I dunno... Hawaii, maybe. *turns suddenly and gives Draco an insistent kiss* *grins* Not long now... Any regrets, yet?

Draco, draining his drink in one long swallow, waving his glass once at one of the servers: *fervent, rubbing sweaty palms on his cargo cut offs* Pansy is going to kill me. Father's going to kill you. Mother's never going to speak to us again. The press is going to live off this for months—

Harry, lowly: Let them. Let them try. I don’t care. *laughing giddily and plucking up the drinks levitated over to them* *passes one to Draco, but kisses him again before he can drink, tongue pressing into Draco's mouth sinuously, groaning as Draco clutches at his thigh with soft moan and slants his mouth harder against Harry's* *pulls away, lips swollen and eyes dark* I don't care, as long as I never lose you again. *takes a long drink, moving away slightly at checking the sky* Fuck, when does... Uhh, high-moon start?

Draco, sighing as he settles more snugly within the v of his legs: *squinting one eye as he glances up* I'd say just over a couple of hours? *sips idly for a few minutes, the pine in the fire crackling loudly, drums beating somewhere in the distance* *leans back and nuzzles his chin, speaking in a low murmur* You're not worried what Weasley and Granger might say? That they'll be upset you didn't tell them?

Harry, absently kissing Draco's temple: No... And there's nothing that says we can't have a big ceremony when we get back... We can even, if you want, not tell anyone else. I just... Needed you to be mine. Officially. *tugs Draco closer, cock twitching hard against Draco's back* Are we allowed to... *hopeful* Sneak off, do you know? If we stay outside?

Draco, laughing exasperatedly: You know it was your idea to wait? Nobody's going to burst into our suite and demand you pull your cock out my arse until the moon's high. *teasing his fingers through the rasp of hair on Harry's legs, voice a soft hum* What'd you have in mind, though? Sneaking off behind a coconut palm where I can suck you off real quick? *grins as Harry inhales sharply, jaw immediately clenching*

Harry, emphatically: Yes. Any of that. Jesus, baby... *looks off to the copse of trees longingly* *grimaces, tossing back his drink and waving for another* *roughly* I can't risk it... That we'd be offending their customs or something. *huskily, into Draco's ear* No matter how much I want to lick your arsehole so open that my cock slides into you with no resistance whatsoever... No matter how much I want those lips wrapped around my cock…

Draco, tilting his head back and dragging Harry's mouth down: *tightens his hand in his hair as they kiss* *hoarsely, eyes glazed and dark* Either take me to bed and do all of that right fucking now or shut up and talk about something else until you do.

Harry, jaw tight: Fuck it.  Thirty more minutes and the moon’ll be high enough. *stares at Draco heatedly* Let’s get another drink.

~Forty minutes later, stumbling through their villa towards the bedroom~

Draco, through puffs of warm, pineapple scented air: *tearing wildly at Harry's flimsy cotton shirt* Geddoff, geddoff-- *moans as Harry shoves him up against the bedroom door and kisses him hungrily* *breathless* F-few more steps-- nearly there-- c'mon--

Harry, fumbling the bedroom door open: *gets it on the third try* *wrestles Draco inside, tossing him on the bed; covers Draco immediately with his own body, hands clumsily flying to undo Draco's cargo shorts* God, you're sexy. I misses, um mistered-- *laughs* --missed you, do you know that? Fuck... *rolls his body against Draco's, kissing him hotly and tugging Draco's shorts and pants down as Draco hastily does the same*

Draco, shoving Harry's clothes down his legs with his feet: I mi-- I missed-- *hums, mouthing at Harry's cheek and jaw* We're married-- *squirms suddenly, chortling* Awfully wedded-- A'mean, lawfully wedded-- *curls one leg around him and rolls them over, pressing wet kisses down his chest, pinching and biting at his nipples, settling between his thighs with a sigh* *tilts his head thoughtfully at the mostly limp cock in front of him, peeling down the foreskin with one thumb and flicking swift licks up along the underside* Going to suck-- husband-cock. *slurps loudly at the head, tugging at his balls with one hand*

Harry, groaning and bucking into Draco's mouth weakly: *fists his hand into Draco's hair* *mumbles, slurring* Feels so good, Draco...I love the way my cock sucks--is sucked-- the way you do that... *moans, head falling back* *grimaces, reaching up.with his free hand to rub his forehead as Draco curls his tongue around his cock * Mmmm. Keep--keep doin'.

Draco, suddenly looking around, smacking his lips: *blinks around the semi darkness* Is there more booze? *sucks lazily for a few more seconds, before popping off again* I dunno, champagne or something-- *hums around Harry's cock, taking him right down to the root before sucking his way back up again, abruptly pulling off to hiccup softly*

Harry, with a low whine: Hey-- don't stop doing... *gives a mufffled grunt and heaves himself up, muttering* No--no more booze... This isn't working. Wanna fuck like.the-- like.the marrieds. *moans, less happily, as Draco continues lapping at his cock* Sibering charm... I need a-- a sibering-- sobering charm. *Summons wand* Hey..Hey wait... *tugs Draco's hair until he looks up, bleary-eyed * Gonna cast you. Cast you. Then you do me, 'kay? I'm not getting... I gotta get…

Draco, collapsing into giggles: *sniggers without pause into a pillow, thumping one fist drunkenly* Do you-- You said to do-- *abruptly quietens and gasps as Harry's less than effective charm grazes weakly over his skin* Stop iz tickle-- *hiccups again* *suddenly grabs for the phone* Lez just... lez just call someone to come do us-- *goes back to giggling again, clamping a hand over his mouth as the receptionist comes on at the other end* 'Ello? No iz nothing-- Harry wants-- Harry wants to do-- to cast--

Harry, furrowing his brow and trying to concentrate: *blasts a rough sobering charm at Draco, who jolts with the force of it, shuddering and gagging as the alcohol is burned out of his system* *grunts with satisfaction despite Draco's sudden glare* Good.. Yeah. I wanna do you. *giggles* Tha' wush funnier than you thought... Than I thought... Now you do me... *leers drunkenly*

Draco, tearing through the bed looking for his wand: *points his wand threatening at Harry* *snorts loudly as he yelps and holds up his hands* *shoots of a whole bunch of Sobering Charms that have Harry rolling off the bed with a dry heave* Huh. Well, that was fun. *grins* Feel better?

Harry, still gagging: *hoarsely* Brill, thanks. *pauses, catching his breath* Jesus, what was in those last drinks?! *levers himself up and catches Draco's arm, dragging him forward* Now, let's try that again. *kisses Draco deeply, smiling against his mouth when Draco releases a soft moan* *murmurs * Care to continue what you were just doing?

Draco, roughly: I don't know, are you ready to be taken apart--? *shoves him back onto the pillows, crouching over him as they kiss messily* *crawls straight back down, lapping over the crown once, grabbing both his wrists and tucking them below his back, so his hips stay arched* So, what was I doing again? Oh, that's right. *lets his cock slide in slowly, slipping over his tongue, until he's pressed into his throat, and then hums around it, moving back up, suction increasing steadily*

Harry, arching into the sensation, hand falling to Draco's hair again: *breathless* Oh. Oh, Christ. *unsteadily* Maybe a- a little harder, baby. *nods to self when Draco hollows out his cheeks, sucking roughly, and begins to massage his balls* *chest heaving as he rolls his hips to get deeper into Draco's throat* *pauses; lifts head awkwardly* *blushing* I-- I don't know why I'm-- Um.

Draco, pulling back and brushing his hair out of his eyes: *pants slightly, pumping one hand swiftly over his cock* Well, give it a second, would you? *mouths wetly along the feebly stirring shaft, sucking into the crook of his balls, sucking them into his mouth by turn, licking wetly before continuing with his tongue, bringing up up over the length and closing his mouth around the head* *bobs for several seconds, breathing noisily through his nose, gently twisting his balls as he sucks wetly* *pulls off once more, wiping his chin on his hand and frowning down curiously, teasing under the spit soaked head with his thumb* You alright, love?

Harry, face flaming: *stammers uncomfortably* Yeah. I-um- I... *glares down at his wetly-gleaming, mostly soft cock in helpless betrayal* *sighs, falling back to rub his forehead again* I just... I have a headache still. *hastily, when Draco whips a look at him* Just a little one; I was fine to leave the hospital, but... I haven't slept much. *sits up, frowning; considers Draco for a long moment* *perks up* *with a low purr* You know what I need? I need to take you apart first. That'll do it... *pulls Draco and and kisses him; whispers* On your stomach, love…

Draco, still slightly sullen: But I give good head, you've told me so yourself-- *leans his arms on the gigantic stack of pillows and sighs as he rests his cheek on them* And I've never failed to-- get you-- *shuts his eyes and turns his face into the pillows with a little moan* Harry!

Harry, spreading Draco's arse cheeks wide with a little murmured cleansing spell: *lowers his head and begins lapping at Draco's arsehole, licking firmly over the furled spot, groaning as it twitches and clenches against his tongue* *pulls away after a moment* Or maybe I'll just eat you til you come, this first time, hmm? *resumes, licking with increasing pressure, using the tip of his tongue to trace Draco's rim* *presses it inside, groaning quietly when Draco pushes back against his face with a muffled sob* *slips a hand up and pushes one finger into Draco as he continues to lick at the skin stretching around it* Feel good? Can you come like this, love? *lifts head when Draco doesn't respond but for another strange sob* Draco? *climbs up over him, eyes.widening furiously* *shakes his shoulder as Draco releases not a sob, but a snore* *incredulous* Draco! Did you just fall asleep while I was rimming you?!

Draco, quickly wiping the corner of his mouth and blinking up at him: What... No... *turns over onto his back and stretches until his back clicks, curling his lips inwards to stifle a yawn* No, baby, really-- I was-- That was so good, my arse is still clenching look-- *brings his knees up* Go on, put your fingers in me or something-- *brings his arms up over his head and settles into the downy mattress more firmly with a little sigh, eyes fluttering briefly* Going to take you so well.

Harry, scowling: You're not even hard! *mutters a lubrication charm and slips two fingers, not entirely gently, into Draco's arse* *pumps them deeper, skating them over Draco's prostate, eyes on Draco's cock, which gives a couple of twitches as Draco's legs relax open wider* *frustrated* I just got out of the hospital; what's your excuse? It's our bloody wedding night!

Draco, not even bothering to stifle the next one, yawning widely and rubbing at one eye: I haven't slept in... like... two months-- ah! *bucks his hips a few times, biting his lip and tightening around Harry’s fingers* Mmmm, so good, Harry, love it when you finger me-- *yawns again with a long, hooting sound, smacking his lips and shaking his head vigorously as he lifts onto his elbows* Okay, here we go, here we go-- *suddenly flumps back down, dragging Harry into a half embrace as he turns over onto his side, trapping Harry's arm between his thighs as he burrows his face into his shoulder, Harry's fingers still wiggling around hopelessly inside him* Here, see? So much... nicer like this-- *yawns into his neck* --comfortable.

Harry, with sad little whimper: *pulls his fingers from Draco's arse and ruts his soft cock against him hopelessly* Really? This is really going to be how we spend our wedding night? *snuggles closer anyway, catching Draco's yawn* I'm so hot for you, though... *words going sleepy and slow* Want to fuck you into the mattress, baby. Fill you up with come? *eyes fluttering shut; nods* So yeah. 'm gonna do that... In just a minute. Gonna take you so hard. And spank you too…

Draco, already drooling onto his shoulder: *wild; slurred* Oh, it was-- tha' was so good, baby, you-- you just took me so fucking hard I-- *tangles their legs together, one hand knotted in his hair, other arm wrapped around him tightly* Oooohh, my arse throbs, it's so-- I'm so sore-- all the...come dripping...your come...inside my. Me. My bum-- *trails off, mouth sagging open a little as they start snoring lightly in tandem, the moon finally rising high in the sky outside*

~Harry and Draco's Tahitian villa, 10 am~

Harry, waking with a start, automatically seeking Draco's warmth: *looks down at Draco in astonishment, remembering the last day* *lip trembles for a moment as he nuzzles Draco's throat and gets a sleeping sigh in return* *rubs his fully-roused cock against the crevice of Draco's arse slowly* *head pops up in delight* *sneakily reaches around and brushes over Draco's cock, grinning when he finds Draco hard as well* *stealthily grabs his wand and rolls Draco to his back, charming a blindfold onto him* *levitates his arms and ties his wrists to the middle of the headboard with silvery restraints* *smiles mischievously and lowers his mouth to Draco's leaking prick, sucking him down in one long slide*

Draco, mumbling in his sleep, hips arching high up: *emits a cracked groan, eyes flickering open under the blindfold* What's-- *panics slightly, twisting around wildly and straining against the restraints* Harry?! *fucks up once into his mouth, feet pressing into the bed* Why have you-- What are we-- *cries out softly* Harry!

Harry, pulling off for a moment: *slyly* Well, I thought a wedding morning would have to suffice, since you were so tired last night... Plus, it seemed a shame to waste this. *lowers head again, lips widening around Draco's cock as he presses his tongue in light, teasing little flicks against the underside of the glans* *moans as he sinks deeper, letting the vibration of his throat spread over the head of Draco's cock as Draco arches into it* *wordlessly slickens a finger and presses it against Draco's rim, rubbing softly as Draco groans and twists, greedy arsehole trying to pull the tip of his finger in*

Draco, teeth grit slightly: Oh, I was so tired last night, eh? Right, and you were-- ah, fuck, Harry-- and you were just raring to go, weren't you? *barks out a laugh as Harry tickles the softness of his inner thigh* Wh-what's with the fucking blindfold, Harry, I want to fucking look at you, if it's all the same, please?!

Harry, slurping off Draco's cock loudly: It's not, though... It's not all the same. We've been apart for months and you'll get your pound of flesh--I'm looking forward to it--but now I'm taking mine. *twists two fingers inside Draco steadily until his knuckles are seated against the inside of his arse cheek* For the way you let me leave; and the way you didn’t follow. For almost three months of missing you so desperately I couldn't think or sleep or eat. *swirls his tongue in a light swish around the crown of Draco's cock, thrusting his fingers in a quick rhythm as Draco writhes and gasps* *smiles ferally* Is that alright with you? Husband?

Draco, kicking around dangerously: Let you leave?! What were you hoping I'd do, wrestle you down?! And I wasn't exactly having the time of my life without you, you know?! *moans, fucking shamelessly onto Harry's fingers* You know, husband dearest, if you untied me, I'll turn over and hold myself open for you to watch while you fuck me open?

Harry, with a muffled laugh: You'll do that anyway. Later. *slides a third finger alongside the others and presses deep* *thoughtfully * I think I might want to watch you come on my face first... Maybe I'll unspell the blindfold for that. If you're good. *coasts a firm touch over Draco's swollen prostate with an abrupt rub* *mouths gently under Draco's prick sucking one tightened ball into his mouth; sucks and fondles it for a moment, using his free hand to stroke Draco's dribbling, ruddy cock* *pulls off, resting his chin against Draco's thigh as his hands work in tandem* *softly *I know I'm at fault too. I know, love. But like I said, you'll get your turn. In the meantime... *grins to himself* Well, there are certain advantages to waking up first.

Draco, groaning as he arches into and away from his touch simultaneously: Oh, shut up, Potter, I'm sure you were up like three seconds before I was-- Fuck, please! *lets his thighs fall wide open* Come on, love, I'll make it worth your while, you know I will. I'll-- I'll do that for you, I'll open myself up and you can-- *hisses, whining under his breath* --you can watch. You can-- You can instruct me the way you'd like me to and I'll-- Harry, I'll do it, you know I will, I'll be so good-- *clenches down hard as Harry teases to pull out* Don't you want to fuck me, though? Fuck, I'm so tight right now, can't you feel it? Can't you feel the way I'm holding on to you? Go on, Harry, push in there, just fuck me-- *with a helpless shout as his prostate is rubbed more firmly* Oh god, Harry, I-- We-- we're married now, hmm? We're-- I'm your husband, this is the first time we're going to fuck as spouses, come on come on!

Harry, grinning: *pulls his fingers out abruptly* *grips Draco's hips tightly and flips him onto his stomach, Draco's suspended wrists crossing* *cracks a sudden palm against Draco's arse cheek, which jiggles from the force of the blow* *calmly* Yes, husband, we're married. You're absolutely right; we should definitely fuck first. *spanks Draco twice more, loud and fast* *sits up higher on his knees and lines up, pushing his cock forward with no warning, sliding in halfway with a thick groan* *steadies Draco's hips with one hand; uses the other for another resounding slap against Draco's arse as he thrusts in further*

Draco, eyes falling shut under the blindfold: *moans softly, arching into the press of Harry's body* Oh, like that, Harry, that's brilliant, baby, god-- *pants raggedly as he tries to find some leverage to buck more effectively into each thrust, his body jerking with every well placed spank, groaning with satisfaction at each blow* That's it-- that's it! Oh good god! *tightens around him with a little growl, lifting his arse for his hand* *breathless laughter* Such a model husband, such a tender lover-- Oh!

Harry, with a strained chuckle: *pulls his prick out and slams it back in to the hilt, in time with another sharp, punishing blow* Now you're getting the idea. *rocks into Draco, faster and faster, spontaneously smacking a hand on random inward thrusts, balls slapping against the curve of Draco's arse* *groaning * I-- I feel you... You're gonna-- *hips stuttering in short, graceless ruts as Draco's arse spasms tighter around his cock, hand pressing firmly into the small of Draco's back* *growls* I love the way you come. *cries out as Draco yells and starts to come and yanks his cock out, reaching around to stroke Draco through his climax* *rests against his back for a moment; rolls off breathlessly, circling his cock with tight fingers to forestall his own orgasm* *spells away Draco's restraints and blindfold* *smiles lazily when Draco casts him an incredulous look* Your turn.

Draco, rolling onto his back, eyes fixed on Harry's dripping length: *snaps* My turn to what, be an arse? *lifts one foot and traces the big toe slowly over one of his hip bones, biting his lip as he brings it down to the thatch of damp curls and brushes it around the base of his cock* Maybe I'll just go right back to sleep, you know? I mean, you had your chance to come. Not my fault you were stupid enough not to take it. Marrieds don't have as much time for sex, Potter. *sniffs and makes a pointed show of settling back into bed, grinning brightly before quickly hiding it*

Harry, humming complacently: Oh, I can still come... *catches Draco's eyes and holds them as he wraps a fist around his wet cock* *strokes his shaft smoothly, teasing back his foreskin and swiping a thumb over the dribbling slit* *with a shuddering breath* I just thought--fuck, ah!--you might have a thing or two to get off your chest about the last couple months. Now's the time, Malfoy.. *lower, a little uncertain*...Potter. *bites his lip and finally breaks their gaze, stroking over his cock more quickly*

Draco, sitting up and catching Harry's wrist, stilling his hand: *rolls him onto his back and straddles him, sealing their mouths together with a soft sound, both hands diving into his hair and holding his head in place* *pulling back wetly, hips swivelling around as he grinds his belly into Harry's hardness* What did you have in mind, what kind of things would I want to get off my chest? *starts leaving wet, sucking kisses down the side of his throat, gently guiding one of his hands to cup his arse* Are you asking if I entertained myself with the company of another man or two? *nibbles at the flesh of his earlobe, tracing the curve of the shell with his tongue* I didn't. Are you asking if I considered moving on with my life, moving on past you, past us - finding someone else? *bites firmly into his shoulder, tone wry* Believe me, I tried. *renews some of the fading bruises he'd left along his jaw the previous evening* Did I spend every single waking hour since the night you left me wondering if you'd die on the field before we could work things out? *pauses, pressing their brows together* ...Pretty much.

Harry, breathless, eyes blown black: *hoarsely* I walked around like a zombie for months; I didn’t realize how much I'd come to rely on you before I left-- *groans raggedly as Draco continues to undulate on top of him* --knowing you were there to come back to... I lost my love for it, when I lost you. I knew I wouldn't be able to move on. I couldn't look at another man without wanting you; it's fucking visceral, Draco, how deep you're in me now. *guiding Draco's hips up higher over his cock, which smears precome wetly between them* *voice soft* So take me, love. *nudges Draco up, and lines the tip of his prick against Draco's puffy, swollen entrance again*

Draco, nodding at once, lips parted as his breath hitches: *reaches back once to hold him in place, and bears down quickly, dropping down with a long, gritted groan, body shuddering, thighs quivering as he sinks onto his length* *blinks slowly, licking his lips as he brings Harry back into focus, giving him a small, stunning smile as he starts to move in a gentle rock* Harry-- *arches, head dropping back as he steadies himself with one hand splayed on his chest* Did we seriously fucking elope? Am I dreaming all of this? Because it is ridiculous-- *emits a low, throaty chuckle as Harry barks out a laugh and bucks up into him, hands steady on his hips* Why can't we ever just do things normally?!

Harry, fucking upward with slow, rolling thrusts: *breathless; eyes shining* If we did things normally, we wouldn't be us. *grins, fingers digging into Draco's hips as continues to rise and fall slowly, his arse swallowing Harry's cock and clenching deliberately around it* *voice tight* And if we did, I doubt your arse would be quite as colourful as it currently is, Husband... *groans, long and low* F-f-fuck that feels good, baby. Faster, do it faster... *grips Draco's thickening cock in one hand and begins to stroke it to full hardness, flicking the pad of his thumb against the pulsing vein beneath it *

Draco, obediently picking up pace: *through his wheezing pants* Oh god, you're going to be calling me that for the entirety of the near conceivable future, aren't you? Husband. Potter. Spouse. Ugh, you're a sappy fuck, Potter. *suddenly leans down to kiss him hungrily* And yet, I married you anyway. *grins warmly, eyes crinkled and bright* Chose to be stuck with you forever. Something to be said about my own stupidity, I guess-- *fucks jerkily into his fist, tightening his rim on every downward slide, grinding down hard until Harry starts to come, bucking and swearing obscenely* So classy, Potter, how'd I get so luck-- ah, oh Merlin!

Harry, fucking eagerly into the wet, clenching heat of Draco's arse as his cock throbs out thick ropes of spunk into him: Fucking hell, Malfoy, fuck yes... *eyes rolling back in his head as he fucks through his orgasm, fist squeezing and sliding over Draco's cock until Draco suddenly stiffens and arches, giving a surprised grunt as starts to climax, shooting pale, pearly streaks of come over Harry's stomach* *groans lowly as Draco's sphincter convulses around his oversensitive prick, until Draco falls over him bonelessly* *strokes Draco's back as he gets his breath back* *hesitantly, into Draco's hair* Um... About the whole, "telling your mother" thing? *quirks a grin when Draco looks up warily* I call "not it".

Draco, glaring openly: Did you seriously just opt out of telling my mother...while still inside me? *with a sudden rushed exhale* Fine. You're finding and telling Pansy, then. And you're telling my father.

Harry, with a snort: Fine. Your father is the one who told me where to find you at the Manor, and if he wants to fight, well... I can’t say I haven't had several satisfying dreams about it. And Parkinson I can handle. I'll just remind her about the whole "Potter's here, give him to the dark lord" bit; I haven't had a chance to use that, yet. Your mother, however, has gotten scary. *slightly mournful* She liked me so much, before... *chuckles* In return, I'll let you be the one to tell Ron. Or we could just do what I said... Keep it a secret until we have a big ceremony... *pauses* Draco? Do they even know you're gone?

Draco, chewing on his lip thoughtfully, gaze faraway: I'm not sure, I asked an elf to tell them I'll return shortly. *blinks anxiously for a few seconds before shrugging carelessly* Ah, well. They're all probably going to assume we're at our Manor. And I think I'm rather going to enjoy telling Weasely. We should totally send him a picture of my arse with 'Just Hitched' painted on it in your handwriting or something. *cackles to himself, sliding off Harry and slapping a hand onto his own thigh* And we should Charm it he can never burn it or throw it away and every time he tries to Vanish it, it multiplies by ten-- *dissolves into more laughter*

Harry: *gives Draco a stern look that melts into helpless laughter* *wheezing* Oh, god, baby, do it. R-Ron's face would just be... *grabs Draco abruptly and gives him.a fierce kiss* You're the most insanely diabolical, sneakily Slytherin, gorgeously-arsed brat, and I'm absolutely mad about you. *as Draco presses himself closer, wrapping a leg around the backs of Harry's thighs* We can tell them later, though. When we get back. *cups one of Draco's arse cheeks, skimming his fingers down the slick crease; buries his head in Draco's throat* *muffled* How long d'you think we have?

Draco, cradling his head and humming into his hair: Before they send out search parties for Harry Potter? I'd say it was a good thing you checked us in here under fake names. We should probably also just sneak away to some other lovely little beach paradise. *sighs, stroking his hand down his flank* Just be...until we absolutely have to go back and rejoin the stupid world. *scowls* Unless there's another mission that requires your immediate attention back home.

Harry, rolling atop him: *eyes dancing as he fits himself between Draco's lax thighs* *kisses Draco heatedly as his cock begins to stir once more* Nothing more dangerous than marriage to you, my love.

 ~Fin~

(for now. Lol)

(and so many hugs to all of you!  stay tuned for @l0vegl0wsinthedark to post an announcement, mid week!)