Harry was happily sitting in a box. Draco had bought the box and it had smelled so good that Harry had gnawed on it a bit first. Then he happily climbed in. It was so warm and dark in the box that he couldn't help but smile. Draco sat outside the box and Harry was happy that he was there. Soon, he knew Severus would come to the box and give him food and that would be good too.
Then an even better sensation came through his nerve endings. It was so pleasant. Harry looked down, but it was too dark in the box to see. It felt like... like...
"Draco," Harry murmured as he opened his eyes.
"You are very lucky that you have yet to mistake me for someone else," came the reply. Harry looked around him and found that he was in his bed; the late afternoon light was filtering through the window. But all he could see was the bed covers and the mound of his belly under them.
Wait. His belly had not been that large this morning.
"Ahhh!" Harry cried out as the warm and pleasant sensation finally registered in his brain. "Draco!"
The mouth that had been merely kissing the inside of his thighs had moved further up and was now kissing a quickly hardening piece of flesh. A tongue replaced the lips and Harry moaned.
"So nice to hear you make a noise other than screeching," Draco chuckled from under the bedclothes. Then the tongue went back to work and lips wrapped around the shaft, sucking and pulling. Harry's heels dug into the mattress and his hands gripped the sheets. He couldn't stop his hips from thrusting and he felt the odd sensation of the top of Draco's head bumping his stomach. When a hand clenched around one globe of his arse, Harry came, gritting his teeth and groaning between his lips.
The covers were thrown back with a flourish and Draco, wearing only his trousers, rose from between Harry's thighs. He placed a hand on either side of Harry's waist and leaned forward to kiss the top of the distended belly in front of him. Draco grinned at the flushed face of his husband.
"Feeling better?" he asked. Harry nodded while he tried getting his breath back.
"Then we won't be throwing Severus out?"
Harry's eyes snapped open. "Yes, we are."
"Harry, you know he's here to--" Draco began.
"No!" Harry rose up to rest on his elbows. "I could have hurt Hermione! And what is with the experiments? I am not some sort of freak!" Harry pushed at Draco's shoulders to get him to move away to no avail. "I'm not a freak!"
"No one said you are," Draco said calmly, holding his position, and therefore Harry, in bed. "Look, I'll talk to him and tell him to tell you before hand, right?"
"I already told him that!" Harry growled. "He did it anyway! How is your telling him any different?"
"I'm more threatening," Draco answered.
Harry stared at the blond and then pushed even harder. "Sod off, Malfoy! You want me to show him threatening? I'll show him threatening!"
"No, you won't," Draco said calmly and grabbed at the shoving hands on his shoulders. "That is not your place."
He got a foot in the gut for a reply.
Draco rolled back and away, cradling his stomach as Harry levered himself to the floor and pulled his specially made cotton trousers back up over his hips. Then he faced his husband across the expanse of the bed.
"Fuck, Potter!" Draco growled as he came up to glare at Harry. "You are this close to being put on the floor."
"I dare you," Harry seethed. "You do it and I assure you I am out of here!"
