Twin Flames

Death is my son in law,

Draco awoke on his 20th birthday, tucked in Harry's arms, snuggled and warm and he wanted nothing more than to stay there all day and bask in his husband's affections. Husband, it was still a strange concept sometimes to think about, Harry was not just his lover or boyfriend but husband. Something he didn't think he would find at all just a year ago.

When he had awoken a year before on his 19th birthday he was alone and trapped in a house that his father had been trying to continue to dictate. He had been worried about what his future held and if it would be something he could live with, the stain of his family name. He was worried about his mum and he had not smiled or genuinely laughed in so long he had begun to think he never would again.

Now he was in the loving embrace of a person who loved him completely and he was pretty sure he couldn't stop smiling because he was so happy. Harry had brought him so much to look forward to in his life and had come into it so quickly and wholly. Today he turned 20 but he knew in his heart that he would have hundreds of years to experience life with Harry, nothing would be able to tear them apart.

Harry stirred awake, Draco watched as his handsome face scrunched up and he blinked away the sleep slowly, tightening his grip on Draco as he did. Draco smiled widely, he never thought that when Harry rejected his handshake at eleven that he would one day nearly a decade later, wake up like this.

"Good morning gorgeous, Happy birthday!" Harry murmured sleepily but smiled and kissed Draco on the forehead, then moved lower to nuzzle at Draco's neck.

Draco hummed in approval as the scratchy feeling of Harry's stubbled beard against his skin, a sensation Harry had quickly realized got Draco going greedily. "I know one way you could make this a very good morning." Draco moaned as Harry continued to lavish Draco in affection.

Harry raised his head and moved to hover over Draco's body. "Oh, am I heading in the right direction?" Harry asked as he brought his lips back down to Draco's skin and began to trail those lips lower down Draco's chest and abs.

"Getting warmer, yes." Draco sighed as the sensations filled him, pleasure and anticipation pooling in his groin and causing his cock to swell rapidly. Harry ran his fingers over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and Draco spread his legs involuntarily, giving Harry more room to... play.

Draco was panting, wanting more as Harry teased him for a while and when he finally licked a wet line from the root to the tip of his cock, Harry's warm breath fanning over the reddened skin he almost growled wanting to plunge into the warm wet slide of Harry's mouth.

Draco's fingers ended up in Harry's curls as he began to work Draco's length with loving care and dirty little tricks that he had learned sent Draco wild. Harry let the dribble of his saliva run down Draco's balls and using his hand to massage them he spread the moisture to where Draco really wanted Harry. Draco bent his knees up to give Harry better access and when his hole was slick Harry pushed a digit passed the tight ring, sucking hard as he did so.

Draco's breath hitched and then a groan escaped, he loved the feeling of Harry filling him, he liked it the other way too but the intimacy of having Harry take care of him was, more than words could describe. He felt cared for, wanted, needed, loved and accepted all in one.

When Harry had stretched him, not that it took long with how relaxed Draco was, he rose to kiss Draco hard and desperately, pouring love into the kiss before flipping them so Draco was on top of Harry.

Draco wasn't opposed to topping but he looked at Harry questioningly as he tried not to groan feeling their cocks rub together in the new position. Harry didn't say a word just grabbed Draco's hip and lifted him, taking hold of his own dick, Harry positioned Draco right above it and Draco got the message loud and clear. Harry kept himself steady while Draco lowered himself down onto the thick length, slowly taking in more and more until he was once again sitting flush against Harry's hips.