Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Landscapes of Waiting 2

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: pollyweasly,Ladderofyears (on ao3)

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As they walked though St. Mark's Square, holding hands, Harry felt completely at peace. Draco looked gorgeous, almost ethereal in the moonlight. Harry couldn't believe his luck, really. In addition, Draco didn't feel the time pass by. He was just having so much fun, walking around hand in hand with Harry and feeling like his heart was going to burst at any second. He was already happy with Harry before the marriage. Their love didn't change at all because of their vows or the band around their fingers. However, it was different.

It was completely different. Before their marriage, Draco would never feel confident enough to get in the shower with Harry and give him head. He'd have the thoughts, yes. The desire, lust even. But not the courage to go and do it. Now, he felt like he was being freed from his own boundaries, things that he imposed to himself. And more and more, he wanted it all. Maybe it was his hormones, but every time he remembered Harry's thick cock, he'd imagine it splitting him open, thrusting all the way in his tight cunt.

Draco swallowed hard, his cheeks burning. He hoped that his period would end soon. He needed that too much. Too damn much.

Harry hardly felt the days pass. Sometimes he looked at Draco, hand clasped tightly in his own, and felt awed at the happiness and enthusiasm the other man showed. Harry felt quite embarrassed at how randy his daydreams made him feel, imaginings of him burying his hard cock deeply into Draco's soft tight cunt. He could only imagine how unhinged he'd be for that touch.

In the meantime, the trip was great, and Harry was amused at some of the strange opinions his husband seemed to hold. A trip to the Guggenheim Gallery has demonstrated the wide gulf in experience between them. Draco had rhapsodised about a strange Jackson Pollock painting, declaring it definitely wizard in origin. Harry could see was splashes of paint and a very expensive price tag!

But it was the dinners that Harry really enjoyed. He couldn't believe Draco remained quite as slim as he did, considering his love of fine dining. Harry thought he'd have to get back on the Quidditch pitch as soon as they returned to England.

"The trick is on the chewing, Harry," Draco said as he sipped his wine. His slightly rounder stomach was visible through his shirt, but Draco didn't seem like he was really feeling how much food he was putting inside his body. He actually wanted to taste every single different thing in that place. He was going to come back home with Venice in his tummy.

Then, they'd come back home and play a little, kissing each other and touching, as much as Draco would allow, sleep together and wake up the next day. They explored Museums, old churches, food parlours and even the Grand Canal. Those were incredible days, and, on the last day before they had to return to England after their honeymoon, Draco woke up to no bleeding at all.

His heart started to dance inside his chest, and he decided to make a surprise. He didn't want to tell Harry straight away. He was going to make him so horny throughout the day that Harry would barely resist when they came back to the hotel and Draco finally opened his legs for him. With a plan in mind, Draco went on with his morning routine.

"Today, I want to visit Torcello Island. Do you think we can do it?" He asked as he left the bathroom, already dressed in some jeans and a t-shirt.

Harry peered over the top of the guide book at his husband. Draco's cultural appetite for everything Venice has to offer seemed to know no bounds. Somehow, Draco looked a little different this morning, but Harry couldn't put his finger on it.