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"I took it."
Harry paused, the head of his dick only just brushing Draco's entrance. "Took what?" he asked, frowning as he tried to think of what Draco could mean and simultaneously tried his hardest not to fuck into Draco. He'd been seconds away from fucking him, damn it. What could Draco possibly have to say right now?
He wasn't usually this desperate, but between stressful conversations about their future and work always being more demanding around this time of year, they hadn't had a lot of time with just the two of them. The most they'd managed regularly were some night or morning cuddles—hardly ever both—and the occasional dinner out.
As nice as those were, Harry had sorely come to miss regularly having sex with Draco.
"The potion, Harry. I took the potion," Draco explained.
"The... the potion," Harry repeated, staring at Draco in disbelief.
Draco nodded. "Half an hour ago. It should be working by now," he said with a pointed wiggle of his hips.
"Are you serious?" Harry asked. Years. Harry had first asked Draco to consider this literally years ago. "You really want this? You—For you—not me?"
Draco nodded again, that time with a soft laugh. "Yes, Harry, I do," he said. There wasn't a sliver of doubt in those gorgeous pale grey eyes. "I want to have your child. I want to be pregnant with your child."
"Draco..." Harry couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Draco's mouth. He'd wanted this for years—to have a family, with Draco—but Draco had always refused. It had come up again recently, now that they were getting married in two weeks, and Ron and Hermione's first had just turned one.
Harry had asked his soon-to-be husband to consider taking the potion again, because he'd figured he might as well. Once again, Draco had refused, even when Harry had offered to take it instead. After some more back-and-forth, Harry had dropped the topic. He hadn't wanted to start an argument with Draco during the short amount of time they had together these days.
Draco's continued rejection had stung, but Harry had never held it against him. He wanted a child desperately, wanted a family of his own like Fleur and Bill, or Fred and Angeline, or Ron and Hermione, and Draco did, too. He just hadn't been willing to take the potion to make that possible.
Until now, apparently.
"I'm still scared," Draco admitted honestly, squirming a little in the hold Harry had forgotten he had on his waist. "Fucking terrified, mind you. But you..." he trailed off, looking up at Harry with just a shimmer of worry in his eyes. "You promised you'd take care of me."
"Yeah," Harry breathed. "Of course. Anything, Draco, anything you want. I'll cook, I'll clean, I'll—I'll rub your bloody feet. Anything. You wouldn't have to get out of bed the entire time if you didn't want to."
A slow smile spread over Draco's face, and it was a marvellous thing. "Then fuck me, Harry," he said, grinning. Harry grinned back and dropped his hand down to stroke his rock-hard cock as he pressed it to Draco's waiting hole again, somehow more excited to fuck him than he had been. "Breed me."
"Shit, Draco," Harry gasped, those two words sending his nervous system into overdrive. He couldn't have stopped his orgasm even if he'd wanted to. It washed over him out of nowhere, so forceful he saw stars as he came all over Draco's balls and the underside of his cock.
By the time he'd come back down, Draco had burst out into a fit of wonderful laughter. It had been a while, a far too long while, since he'd last heard Draco laugh like that, so open and bright. Harry couldn't feel more than a little embarrassed, and after another short moment to catch his breath, he flopped onto his back next to Draco and joined in.
This was what they'd both been needing. Harry hadn't felt this light in ages, strung tight between wedding planning and work and life. But this was what it meant to truly live. Draco turned onto his side and swung an arm over Harry's torso, and Harry closed his arms around Draco's shoulders, holding him close as their laughter slowly died down.
"I didn't realise it was like that for you," Draco teased.
Harry snorted. "You're the one who said it," he said with a light shove to Draco's shoulder. Draco turned over onto his back with a small laugh.
"In all our eight years together, I don't think I've ever seen you come that fast."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Harry joked, lifting himself onto his elbow. He cleaned up the evidence of his untimely and poorly positioned attempt at insemination with a wave of his hand.
Draco hummed, twisting a hand in the hair at the back of Harry's head and pulling him down into a kiss. Harry held Draco's cheek in his hand as their lips slid together slowly. The kiss remained soft, even as it dragged on longer than kisses with no further intent usually did.
"The potion's still active, you know," Draco said softly when they broke apart, his breath fanning Harry's face. "Think I can ask you to breed me now without immediately busting?"
"Fuck, Draco," Harry breathed, pressing their mouths back together. That time, the kiss didn't remain innocent, and Harry only deepened it more while he settled back between Draco's spread legs. He'd got rid of the lube together with his cum, so he conjured some more onto his hand again before tracing Draco's rim with his fingers.
"I'm prepped, Harry," Draco said on a laugh that turned into a grateful moan when Harry sank three fingers into him and pressed them against his prostate.
Harry hummed. "Ever heard of foreplay?" he joked with a glance up. Conjuring lube onto his other hand, he stroked himself back to full hardness as he leant down to take Draco's cock into his mouth. Their little interruption had had him flagging, and Harry would not fuck his fiance until he was once more standing at attention.
Draco made a noncommittal sound, his hands sinking into Harry's hair. "That does feel good," he remarked with slow rolls of his hips to fuck himself both up into Harry's mouth and down onto Harry's fingers. Harry hummed his agreement with Draco all the way down his throat, delighting in the broken moan that tore from him, before sucking back up. "Harry."
"I can't suck and breed you at the same time, Draco," Harry chastised his neediness, though he felt similar desire thrum through his veins. He was rock-hard again already and back to rubbing the lubed head of his cock over Draco's rim. A strange moan forced itself out of Draco's throat with that, one that didn't seem to precisely match up with what they were doing.
"So you do like that, too, huh," Harry determined with a smirk, leaning in to say his next words into Draco's ear. "You like the thought of me breeding you?" A whine, quiet and short, and Harry decided at once that he needed to hear Draco beg for it. "Do you?" he pressed, teasing Draco with the head of his cock as he nibbled on his earlobe.
"Yeah," Draco allowed, before a sharper, "Harry, you arse. Don't."
Harry sniggered. "Tell me, Draco. What do you want?"
"Harry," Draco whined petulantly, but the need was obvious in the way he said Harry's name. With the right incentive and a little push, Draco loved to beg, and Harry thought Draco sounded prettiest of all when he did. And, well, Harry himself loved to force it out of him.
"What's wrong? Want something?" Harry teased, pressing a kiss to Draco's jaw, then his neck, before sitting up. Draco reached out for him but dropped his arms to his sides when he couldn't reach far enough.
"Harryyy, fuck me," Draco said with a pout. Harry laughed, trailing a hand up and down Draco's side and smiling when he squirmed away from the too-light touch.
"Alright, I'll fuck you," Harry agreed, sitting back on his heel so his cock wasn't brushing against Draco's hole anymore. Instead, he curled a hand around Draco's cock and stroked him at a deliberately slow pace.
The subpar attention to his cock forced out a choked sob and another whine. To add insult to injury—and do exactly as Draco had asked him to, of course—Harry shoved two fingers back into Draco's hole. Before Draco could catch on and complain, Harry began thrusting them in and out, hitting his prostate every time.
"That feel good?" Harry asked, though the pleasure was written on Draco's face—as was his irritation. It looked delectable on him.
"Harry," Draco complained again, his voice more firm but still a little whiny. "Fuck me for real."
"Sure," Harry agreed. He shamelessly drank up the flash of hope in Draco's eyes before quelling it instantly by summoning a dildo from the bottom drawer of their dresser.
"No, no, Harry, don't you dare," Draco called out immediately, touching his knees together in a lacklustre attempt to close his legs, which only led to his hole being even more on display.
"Isn't that what you want?" A whiny moan interrupted the shake of Draco's head as Harry massaged his prostate. "Then tell me, Draco. I'll give you whatever you want."
Draco shot him a glare, but Harry didn't engage, waiting patiently for Draco to respond but not slowing the movements of either of his hands. Slowly, Draco's glare fell apart as his lips parted with lovely sounds and his eyes rolled back into his head, breaking their eye contact.
Then, finally, strained and directed at the canopy, "Breed me, Harry."
His cock throbbed, and he suppressed a shiver as the need to obey Draco's words flared up in him. On the outside, though, Harry merely raised his eyebrows. "Breed you," he echoed Draco. "You want me to breed you? Fuck my cock into you until I come deep inside and stuff you full with my cum?"
"Fuck, Harry, yes!" Draco gasped, his eyes glazing over and making it even harder for Harry to resist him.
"No."
"Harryyy." It wasn't a whine that time, but an actual sob. If Harry hadn't come to know Draco as well as he had over the years, he'd have said he was close to either coming or tapping out, with his shaking thighs and heaving chest. Every other sound that left him was a mixture of a whine and a sob. But there were no tears, just pent-up and suppressed need.
"You know what to say, Draco," Harry said gently, with more restraint than he felt like he had left.
"Harry," Draco whined, then again and again, like a chant. Like Harry's name was the only thing still chaining him to the mortal realm. Harry loved to make Draco sound like that—to break him. Because then, finally, when he'd broken Draco, "Please," that damned word that went straight to Harry's cock. "Please, Harry, please. Breed me."
"Of course," Harry replied casually, like his hand wasn't shaking a little when he removed his fingers and took his cock back in hand. "I thought you'd never ask."
Draco glowered down at him, but it didn't have much of an effect, given his rosy cheeks and parted lips. Still, Harry took great pleasure in wrecking his glower by fucking his cock all the way into Draco in one smooth thrust. Draco gasped sharply, his head thrown back as he eagerly pressed his hips down.
"Harry, Harry, yes," he chanted, reaching again for Harry with outstretched hands. Harry went willingly this time, letting Draco pull him down and wrap his arms around Harry's shoulders as Harry began thrusting into him. "Harder, Harry, please—"
"Fuck," Harry swore, holding onto the back of Draco's thighs and obeying happily.
"Breed me," Draco begged, then moaned loudly at a particularly hard thrust of Harry's hips that he hadn't been entirely in control of. Every time Draco uttered those two words, they fuelled the greedy fire that had taken up residence in his core.
"Yeah," Harry responded in between pants and groans. "I'm gonna breed you—I'm breeding you, Draco. I'm gonna get you pregnant, gonna fuck a child into you—my child, Draco," he rambled, on one side because he needed to get the words out, on another side as an attempt at making Draco feel as good as those words made Harry feel.
"Yes," Draco gasped, his hands raking up and down Harry's back. His nails were a little sharp, but Harry could only moan out at the small stabs of pain as he fucked Draco hard. He was almost folded double as Harry pounded him into the mattress, his pace just not too fast to be unmanageable but especially hard and deep—just the way Draco liked it, the way they both liked it. "Breed me, Harry. Fuck me—get me pregnant. Yours—"
"Mine," Harry echoed him mindlessly. "You're mine. My fiance." Words tumbled from his mouth without restraint or control, less discernible with every thrust and rush of pleasure. Draco swore softly, his arms wrapping tightly around Harry's neck to link their mouths together as he pressed his hips down every time Harry thrust in.
"Breed you," Harry mumbled in between kisses. He was breeding Draco. He was going to get Draco pregnant—actually pregnant. They would have a kid, maybe more, and Draco would carry them for him. They were going to have a family of their own.
It was all very overwhelming, the scorching fire in his core having spread into every inch of his body. His orgasm was rapidly approaching again, even though he'd come not that long ago. Harry tried to reach down for Draco's cock, but Draco swatted his hand away with a choked sob.
"Breed me, Harry," he begged, like that was his argument for Harry not to get him off. "Please."
"I will," Harry promised. "I'm close, Draco."
"Yes!" Draco gasped, his hips faltering, his thighs trembled in Harry's hold. "Same. Same, Harry, please." Draco's legs wrapped tightly around Harry's middle. "Come inside me, Harry. Breed me."
"Yeah," Harry breathed into Draco's neck, his thrusts speeding up beside himself as he tried to fuck deeper and deeper into Draco every time he slammed in, to bury his seed as deep inside as he could physically manage. He couldn't let any of it go to waste. "Gonna get you pregnant," he rambled. "Gonna come—Draco."
"Breed me, yes, Harry," Draco gasped. Harry slammed deep inside Draco one last time as he tumbled over the edge with a moan of Draco's name. Draco's legs wrapped even tighter around Harry, keeping him locked down. As his orgasm, too, had caught up to him, Harry finally managed to sneak a hand down and help Draco through it.
Resting his head in the crook of Draco's neck, Harry listened for Draco's breathing to settle, and then a moment longer, before he confronted him. "Love you," he said first, the words practically forcing their way out in the open, "so much." Draco hummed softly, his hands stroking Harry's hair.
"Love you, too," he mumbled back.
"Gonna let me go?" Harry wondered, needlessly demonstrating his current state as he tried to move off of Draco but was prevented by the legs still wrapped tightly around him.
"No," Draco said petulantly, and tightened his legs even more. Harry's sigh turned to an exasperated laugh. "Need to keep it in."
Harry flushed. His soft cock twitched even though he was certain he was fully spent. "I can't stay inside you forever," he argued.
"Just until I conceive," Draco argued back, but his tone of voice made it sound more like a plea than an argument. That word, conceive, made a pleasant shiver run down Harry's spine. Spent, damn it, he was spent. "I don't want to waste it."
"Don't want me to breed you again?" Harry said, purposefully misinterpreting Draco's words in hopes of getting a reaction out of him. It worked when Draco let out a low moan. "I can plug you up instead," Harry offered, then lower, "fuck you again in the morning. Then we'll be good for sure."
Draco's moan that time was a little broken, and he nodded eagerly. "Yeah."
Harry immediately summoned the biggest plug they had, lubing it up as Draco finally let his cock slip out of him. He teased Draco with it for only a moment, just to hear him whine once more, before easing it into him. Once it was snug, Harry let himself sink down halfway on top of Draco, his arms wrapped around Draco's waist.
"Nine months," Draco spoke wishfully.
"Yeah," Harry breathed, letting one of his hands slide to Draco's stomach. "Just nine months."
Draco gave him a wide grin, and Harry returned it, his stomach a wonderful flutter of excited nerves.