Fatherhood | drarry teen adoptive parents au

thirty five | alone time

smut tw, feel free to skip!

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Ron and Hermione were true to their word, and snuck in as soon as Casper cried that morning to give his dads some space.

"Bottles ..... are in the fridge..." Harry mumbled sleepily. "Thanks so much, Mione..."

"That's alright," she'd whispered back kindly. "We'll take him out in a few hours so you can have the space to yourselves for a bit."

Harry smiled gratefully. "You're the best," he slurred, before rolling back into Draco's arms and back into a heavy, vivid sleep.

When he awoke later, it was to the sound of the birds chirping and Draco pottering around in the kitchen. A small smile spread over Harry's face. He hadn't woken up without his personal tiny alarm clock in nearly four months now, and it was wonderful to be able to do this.

"It lives!" smirked Draco as he re-entered the room, balancing Harry's coffee and his own tea precariously in his arms.

"Don't be so bloody rude," Harry rolled his eyes, but he couldn't deny he thought it was funny. "Why are you so chipper this morning, anyway?"

"Just happy to see you, my love!" Draco handed Harry his coffee without spilling so much as a drop, for which he was very grateful.

"Have Ron and Hermione gone?" Harry asked, taking a slurp once it was cool enough to drink, and sighing with satisfaction.

Draco grinned devilishly. "Yep! So I recommend you get that coffee down your throat before I put something else there!"

"Draco, that's disgusting," Harry laughed, but he obeyed. He held up his empty cup teasingly. "Now what?"

In one swift movement, Draco set his own teacup aside and reached across Harry to press the other boy's wrist gently down behind his head. They were face to face, chest to chest, both beginning to breathe much more rapidly.

"I think you know 'now what', honey love."

He leaned down and kissed Harry's mouth sweetly, romantically. A quick wave of his wand toned the light around them gently pink, and set a little background music playing.

"Draco, this is ... this is cute," Harry managed between kisses.

"I love you," Draco mumbled against his mouth, pressing their foreheads together. "This isn't a quick fuck, you know, darling."

"You gonna treat me right?" Harry whispered flirtily. He wriggled down the bed slightly underneath Draco, so their bodies were better aligned. The bare skin of Draco's stomach was hot and flushed up against Harry's; it was heavenly.

"Of course," Draco breathed. "I'll show you a good time. Just relax, darling, leave it to me. I know exactly what to do."

At that, he slipped a practiced hand into Harry's boxers and began to work away gently at him, and Harry relaxed achingly into the familiar touch.

"Hard already?" Draco teased, and Harry rolled his eyes

"Don't pretend you're not," he said, pulling Draco in for a hard kiss. "It's been just as long for you as it has for me."

"It has been ages," Draco agreed.

"Do you still remember how to do it?" Harry asked, a coquettish smile playing across his lips.

"Do I remember how to fuck?" Draco asked in disbelief. "You're really asking for it now, Potter."

"Do you want to give it to me?"

"More than anything."

In one fluid motion, Draco's head slid down from Harry's mouth to the sweet spot of his neck behind his ear, and from there down his collarbones, chest, abs and hip bones.

His mouth lingered here for a while, tormenting the other boy with the precision of his tongue over the sensitive skin of his lower stomach. He bit the skin gently, then sucked, apparently marking Harry with a little pattern, which began to hurt quite quickly. His left hand was still playing deftly with the length of Harry's dick, while his right held him down at the waist.

Harry groaned and writhed frantically underneath Draco's touch, and the balance of pleasure and pain was just on the edge of tipping the wrong way, when Draco pulled back and Harry could see a neat little letter "D" blazing red in the groove of his right hip.

"That's hot," he choked out, but Draco barely gave him time to think before his mouth was somewhere even more sensitive, sending shivers all the way up Harry's spine.

"You give such good head, honey," he moaned, and Draco's fingers grabbed his hips tighter in response as his head bobbed up and down over Harry's dick.

"My turn to get close," said Draco possessively once Harry was gaspingly close to the brink, and Harry's eyes widened in excitement.

"Your turn," he nodded, drawing his knees up to his chest and pulling Draco roughly to him by the throat.

The light around them glowed from pink to red without any magical input from the boys, and with that, Draco lubed up and slid slowly inside Harry, inch by aching inch.

The dark-haired boy's face screwed up slightly as he got used to the sensation again, but soon he was relaxed, and pulled Draco to him hard by his hips, crashing their bodies deliciously together.

"Told you I remember how to fuck," Draco snarled, feeling how every movement sent shakes down Harry's legs and tangled his hands further in Draco's hair.

Harry was utterly beyond speaking now, his eyes wild with pleasure as the pressure built between them. His only reply was a short gasp and then a longer moan, which Draco quickly echoed.

"I'm ... I'm gonna cum," he announced in an almost panicked tone, and could tell from Harry's expression that the feeling was mutual. Within a few more thrusts, both of them were simultaneously finishing; Harry releasing hard in Draco's hands while Draco practically exploded deep inside him, both heaving with exertion and relief.

"That," said Harry dreamily when Draco rolled off him, "Was fantastic."

Draco chuckled tiredly. "It was pretty fucking good," he agreed.

They lay there for a second in happy silence, before Draco performed a cursory cleaning Charm, and they snuggled back into the fresh soft sheets.

"There might be time for round two, you know, before Ron and Hermione come back," Draco joked as Harry nuzzled his head into his chest.

"Unless you're offering up that tight little virgin arse of yours then I think the fuck not. Mine has had enough of a workout for one day," came Harry's mumbled response, and Draco laughed so hard he triggered a coughing fit.

"I'm not a virgin, you idiot," he protested.

"Your arse is."

"Oh, shut up. I'm delicate, ok?"

"Delicate," Harry repeated sleepily, wriggling closer to Draco under the duvet. "If you say so, flower."

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a/n: so there's the long-requested smut! haha hope it went down well. it's kinda hard to squeeze in now they have a baby lol

i actually cut the smutty parts from earlier in the fic to place in later, so at some point if there's more then it might be stuff that originally came from chapters 6 or 11 haha so sorry for the repetition but i'll make it work !!

~ paradisedraco