The Alpha Dynasty (Sequel to MARKED FOR DESTINY) (Book 2 of 2)

41. A Show Pony

Harry knew that Draco wanted to spoil him because of his love and dedication to the girls, and how they had comforted his lover that day.  And because he was the Alpha, he was going to let him.  Dumbledore had told the both of them that after the snake bite, Harry would have the final decision in most cases, but he had to listen to Draco, for he was the voice of reason.  And if Draco reasoned that he wanted Harry to fuck him senseless, then he would not argue with it.

Lying down on his back like Draco had told him, he never took his eyes off his husband.  Kneeling between his legs, Draco was trailing the tips of his fingers up and down his body, doing things to him, that he knew he loved.  Making his skin tingle and his cock grow in length.  And he also knew that Draco loved watching him fall apart.  And he would do so gladly.

His hair was in a bun, and would not remove it until Harry told him to.  It was a game they played, either that, or Harry did it for him.  He knew Harry loved watching how the silvery blond hair would grace his shoulders, and then grip it tightly in his fist when he was shouting out his orgasm, or when he was slamming into him.  The hands of Harry Potter were beautiful in so many ways.

How they would stroke his face softly, or grip his hair tightly.  How they would tend to animals, or shake hands with men and women alike, showing just who was in control.  How they would be so gentle when washing his hair in the shower, but be a bit more rough when they pulled his arse cheeks apart, so that he could dine on the most intimate part of him.  Yes, Harry Potter's hands were exquisite.

Draco knelt further down, and licked Harry's shaft from base to tip.  Draco was holding onto his wrists, so that he couldn't put his hands on his lover, and felt him tremble at his touch.  "Harry, you taste amazing", he crooned.  Lost in the lust and love he could feel coming from his mate, Harry groaned at the heat and the restraints.  He could remove his wrists from Draco's hold, but why would he want to.  Best to stay still and see where this was going.

Draco let go of his hands, and placed them on Harry's hips.  Licking him again, slowly and teasingly, he moaned at the how responsive his husband was to him.  Harry raised a hand, telling Draco that he was going to undo the hair clip now.  Which is what happened next.  Feeling his hair fall away, he smelled the scent of apples from his conditioner.  "Jesus, you are so fucking beautiful Draco", he growled out.

"Look at me", he demanded.  Draco raised his eyes to Harry, and took him in his mouth wholly, making Harry squirm at the sight.  Harry enjoyed being in control, but when Draco was sucking his cock, and keeping eye contact, he would lose whatever sanity he had left.  And Draco knew this, and used it to his advantage.  Still with their eyes locking on to one another, he started moving up and down, making noises of his own, being sure to cause vibrations where it was needed most.  

"Christ", whispered Harry.  "Your mouth, your fuc.....", and Draco took him deeply, making himself gag.  "Oh god", Harry cried out, when he felt his cock hit the back of Draco's throat.  He would never get enough of this, Draco making him a shaking, trembling mess of a man, and he loved him all the more for it.  Draco always knew how to make him feel better, how to calm him, and claim him.  How to reassure him.  He always knew, and Harry felt like he was flying.

Draco didn't want Harry to orgasm so soon, but he kept up with his ministrations, making the man groan and writhe on the sheets.  When  Harry's breaths became labored, he stopped what he was doing, and told Harry to just watch him.  Harry had no choice in the matter, and although he really wanted to jump on the man, he obeyed without question, because he wanted to see what was going to happen next.

Draco got off the bed, and took out one of their toys.  A big purple vibrator.  It wasn't as big as Harry was, but he was going to prepare himself for Alpha cock tonight, and he wanted his husband to enjoy the show.  Encasing it with lube, he felt rather than saw Harry's eyes on him at all times.  He climbed back onto the bed, and sat again between Harry's legs.  He opened his legs while on his knees, and pushed the vibrator inside, hissing at the intrusion.  Harry was so turned on, he started stroking himself.

Draco slapped his hand away, and shook his head.  "No touching angel", he said sternly.  "Just watch", and Harry groaned again.  He thought his brain was going to explode, watching something else enter Draco.  He was turned on at the sight, but he wanted to be the one that was inside him, not some toy.  Draco, meanwhile, was gliding up and down on the vibrator, enjoying the war that Harry was having within himself.  He moaned every time he sank downwards, and when Harry spoke, he was almost out of breath.  "Draco", he said in a warning tone.  

"Feels so good baby", he said with another moan, taking the toy deeper and deeper.  Harry was rock hard, his cock throbbing at what he could be having right now, and if Draco knew what was good for him, he would stop playing and come and sit on his cock instead.  Draco heard these thoughts, and removed the vibrator from his arse.  Then taking some lube, he slicked up Harry's cock, and went to straddle him.  "You want me angel?", he asked breathlessly.

"God yes", came the hoarse reply.  Draco got comfortable, and very slowly took hold of Harry's shaft, and proceeded to slide down with expert grace.  Harry's hands went to his slender hips immediately, and just held him there for fear of coming too soon.  He closed his eyes in anticipation of what he knew was going to be an amazing fuck.

Did I mention that Harry was flying.  His eyes rolled into the back of his head at feeling the sudden warmth surround his cock, and he was filled with so much love, he got tears in his eyes.  "So beautiful, so full", he gasped out, and Draco leaned down and kissed him passionately.  Grinding his hips on top of Harry, making them both more comfortable, until his husband was balls deep inside him.  It was now or never, he thought.

He pulled out of the kiss [Look at me Harry] and when he did, he rose up, and slammed down so hard, that Harry saw stars in his vision.  Bright white stars that had taken over behind his eyelids, and it was perfect.  It was majestic, and so damn wonderful.  His hands were almost in a death grip on Draco's hips, because he had to hold on to something, and when Draco did it again, he almost passed out. 

Draco was lost in the rhythm of their love making, knowing that this is what he had always wanted, and this is what he would always want.  Harry was so completely his forever and ever, and with each slam down, his own cock bobbing, he would moan out, and Harry would groan at hearing his voice.  "Hands Harry", and he knew that when Draco said that, to let go of his hips, so they could clasp their hands together.  His biceps on the bed, with Draco's hands in his, he knew his husband was going to come untouched, and he loved it.

The smooth hot velvet walls of Draco were starting to clench tight together, and with each shove down, Harry would push himself up, burying his cock even deeper inside.  The tight ring of muscle would hold Harry there, just to make it all the more sexy and drag it out, and this alone made Harry want to keep doing this forever, and never stop.

Both men breathing heavy, panting hard, Draco shouted out that he was coming, and when his orgasm, thick and white spurts of his cum coated the chest of the Alpha, marking him and claiming him yet again, Harry pushed up one last time, he too shouted out, and came deep inside Draco, leaving both of them breathless and shaking in their love for each other.

Still with their hands clasped together, they both shuddered and then stilled, trying to calm their breathing.  Trying to come down from their sexual high, and when the let go of their hands, shivered some more because of the sensitivity, Draco leaned in and kissed his Alpha one more time.  Gasping for breath, leaving the kiss, Harry sat up with Draco still on  top of him, and just held onto him. 

"That was fun", said Draco with a dry throat.  

"God yes", replied Harry.  "You rode me like a fucking show pony Boo", he said with total adoration in his voice.  

"But you are my show pony love", said Draco.  They cleaned themselves up, and lay down next to each other.  Harry wormed his way towards Draco's bump, and did as he always did every night.  He kissed the bump, and said goodnight to his babies.  Nuzzling them with his nose, and placing soft kisses everywhere.  

All of a sudden there was a kick to his face, and Harry didn't think that he could fall more in love than he had at that moment.