There's No I In Team (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Fifteen

   They collapsed together, boneless on top of the mattress, Harry's softening cock still inside Draco. They must have done nothing but breathe and hold each other tightly in their sticky mess for several minutes by Draco's count, until Harry finally raised his head and stroked Draco's hair from his face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his face lined with concern. "I sort of...lost myself a bit there."

Draco took a second to understand what he was asking. "I'm incredible," he replied lethargically, a smirk on his face. "Harry that was hands down the best I have ever been fucked. You amazing, beautiful bastard."

Harry's face broke into a tired but gleeful smile, and he peppered kisses all over Draco's face. "That wasn't fucking though," he admonished. "We made love. If you want me to fuck you when you've not had such a full on day, I will take you apart so beautifully you won't be able to walk for days."

"Potter," Draco scolded him, accompanied by a slap on the arse, but he didn't mean it in the slightest. In fact, he was extremely tempted to ask what Harry was planning on doing for the rest of the weekend, but then he came back to his senses.

This wasn't just about the two of them, this was about Scorpius too, so a change like this to their routine would need to be handled slowly. And, as if on cue, Draco's baby monitor app alerted on his phone by the bed, and a distressed little cry came over the small speaker.

Both heads snapped towards it, and Harry hastily pulled himself free. "Hang on," he said, snatching several tissues from the box to hand, and mopped Draco up with expert precision.

"I'm sorry," Draco said, half upset that he couldn't lay and cuddle with Harry like he so desperately wanted to, and half grateful that Scorp had timed himself almost perfectly. Either way, he was in a rush to get to his little boy, and as soon as he was clean enough he rolled out of the bed and unhooked his dressing gown from the back of the door.

As he turned though, Harry was already up, unabashed by his nakedness as he deftly grabbed the dressing gown ties and secured the robe tightly. "Don't be absurd," he admonished, giving Draco a quick kiss on the lips. "You've nothing at all to be sorry for. Go look after the little tyke, and I'll be waiting for you when you get back."

Draco paused. "You will?" he asked stupidly. There was a small part of his brain that half expected now that Harry had got his end away, he'd be out the door and back to his uncomplicated life.

Harry looked stunned. "Of course I will," he said crossly, but then his face fell slack. "Unless you want me to go. If it's not okay for me to be here when Scorpius wakes up-"

Draco silenced him with a kiss. "Don't be absurd," he parroted back, aware that Scorpius was still making odd noises, probably having a bad dream. But he needed Harry to know this. "I – you – please stay. Please. I want you to and Scorp already thinks you're marvellous. I just though it – us – our situation might be a lot for you to take in?"

Harry sighed, and stroked Draco's hair. Even though he was slightly shorter, and even though they were no longer in bed, he still had a commanding air about him. "I thought I was smitten with you before, you big lug," he teased. "Then I saw you being a dad and-" he broke off and swallowed, and even in the dim street light Draco could see his eyes glistening. "Let's just say, I have a lot of boxes to be ticked to qualify to be my ideal man. And from what I'm seeing, you've got it nailed."

Draco allowed his gaze to linger just a fraction longer, words failing him yet again, before he planted a firm kiss on his lover's lips, and darted out of his room.