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Title: Wedding Night
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. I’m not responsible for underage readers.
Wordcount: 1,016
Summary: Harry’s excited about his arranged marriage to Draco Malfoy. His husband doesn’t quite share his feelings…yet. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
accioboytoy, because she requested some cheering up. Her prompt: needy!Harry and dismissive-but-not-a-complete-asshole!Draco. Hope you don’t mind that it’s not canon.
Harry Potter had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy as soon as his eyes took in the blond’s beauty for the first time. Before he’d met his betrothed, he had been terrified by the prospect of an arranged marriage. He’d worried that his future husband would be ugly, that they wouldn’t get along. Harry had always dreamed of true love, so when he learned that he was to marry some rich bloke to whose parents his mum and dad had promised him to, he felt like he’d been damned to hell…until he actually met Draco Malfoy.
Draco had pale grey eyes that matched the silver highlights of his hair. His skin was as pale and flawless as porcelain. He also had a cute nose, a pointed chin, and long, slender fingers that Harry had immediately imagined fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Suddenly, the wedding couldn’t come soon enough. Harry began to count the days, while spending his nights wanking in his bed in anticipation of their wedding night.
Draco’s attitude towards Harry, however, had been disheartening, to say the least. On their first meeting, the blond had been cold and reserved, and had only spoken when instructed to do so by his parents. Harry had hoped that his betrothed was only being shy and nervous, that he’d eventually warm up to him. Yet each time they met, Harry’s sprits sank lower. He was forced to believe that Draco wasn’t timorous, but that he didn’t like Harry and didn’t want to marry him. He asked the blond as much.
“You don’t want to marry me, do you?” He asked the evening before their wedding.
Draco shrugged. “It doesn’t matter what I want,” he said. “I’ve been prepared for this all my life, and I’ve come to accept it.”
The gathering tears stung Harry’s eyes. “D-Do you have a lover?” he’d asked timidly. “Someone you’d like to marry if you could choose for yourself.”
To Harry’s relief, Draco shook his head. Maybe there was still hope. Maybe Draco would still come to like him.
*****
Harry sat nervously on the edge of the bed. He’d spent months waiting for this moment, but now that it was here, he feared nothing would come of it. Draco had been stiff and quiet all day, and hadn’t smiled even once.
The blond was sitting only a few feet away from him, and the tension between them was escalating with every passing second.
“I suppose you want to have sex now,” Draco said quietly. His voice betrayed neither enthusiasm nor revulsion.
Harry closed his eyes and swallowed hard. His throat was so dry and constricted that he wondered if he was even capable of answering. “Yes,” he admitted quietly. Nothing would come out of denying his desire for his husband. “But if you don’t want to, I’ll understand.”
Draco shrugged. “I don’t care,” he said. “Sex never interested me much.” Here, Harry had to wonder what kind of an eighteen year old with a cock wasn’t interested in sex. “But we did just get married, so we might as well try it.”
Harry’s heart swelled with love and desire, even though his husband had done nothing more than surrender to his fate. Still, he vowed to do everything within his capability to make sure that Draco enjoyed their first night together. Hopefully, if he succeeded, Draco would come back for more.
One could well have expected it to be a horrible shag for Harry, given that Draco had done almost nothing but lie there and allow Harry to play with his body. But Harry took full advantage of Draco’s acquiescence. He licked, nibbled, and touched everywhere, paying special attention to the areas that made his husband breathe harder and arch slightly off of the mattress. Eventually, he succeeded in coaxing an erection from his aloof partner. Then he took it in his mouth savored its bitter sweetness until, to his delight, he felt Draco’s fingers tangle themselves in his hair and pull him closer.
He freed Draco’s cock from his mouth with a pop. “Wanna ride you,” he said.
“Yes.”
Harry reached for a jar of lube he’d been carrying in his wedding robes just in case. Aroused as he was, Draco made no move to prepare him, so Harry dipped his own fingers into the jar to scoop out some of the slick substance. He was on his knees, in between Draco’s legs, when he reached behind himself to trace his own entrance. The lube felt cool against the puckered skin. When he began to push, the sensation was strange, but pleasant.
He pushed his finger in and out of few times, and then it brushed a spot that the blood course hotly through his veins. He couldn’t resist exploiting that nub for a while before adding a second digit and scissoring his muscles loose.
“Come here,” said a husky voice.
Harry opened his eyes. He’d almost forgotten about his husband. He positioned himself above Draco’s cock while grabbing hold of its base, and impaled himself onto Draco’s stiffness inch by excruciating inch.
His initial movements had been slow, careful. It felt good to have Draco inside him, but it did hurt. As he got used to the feeling, he grew bolder and rode Draco with fervor. Draco’s hands were on his hips encouraging him. He wished his husband would stroke his cock, but he realized he was lucky enough to be able to shag him in the first place. Taking his own cock in hand, he began stroking it to the rhythm of his hips.
When Draco finally threw his head back and cried out, it was the most erotic thing Harry had ever seen. His orgasm came like a torrent that he couldn’t have resisted even if he’d tried.
Afterwards, they lay in silence for a long while before drifting off to sleep. Harry couldn’t help grinning in the darkness. His wedding night hadn’t been as romantic as he’d fantasized, but Draco seemed to have enjoyed it, and that was a start.
The End
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. I’m not responsible for underage readers.
Wordcount: 1,016
Summary: Harry’s excited about his arranged marriage to Draco Malfoy. His husband doesn’t quite share his feelings…yet. Written for
accioboytoy, because she requested some cheering up. Her prompt: needy!Harry and dismissive-but-not-a-complete-asshole!Draco. Hope you don’t mind that it’s not canon.Harry Potter had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy as soon as his eyes took in the blond’s beauty for the first time. Before he’d met his betrothed, he had been terrified by the prospect of an arranged marriage. He’d worried that his future husband would be ugly, that they wouldn’t get along. Harry had always dreamed of true love, so when he learned that he was to marry some rich bloke to whose parents his mum and dad had promised him to, he felt like he’d been damned to hell…until he actually met Draco Malfoy.
Draco had pale grey eyes that matched the silver highlights of his hair. His skin was as pale and flawless as porcelain. He also had a cute nose, a pointed chin, and long, slender fingers that Harry had immediately imagined fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Suddenly, the wedding couldn’t come soon enough. Harry began to count the days, while spending his nights wanking in his bed in anticipation of their wedding night.
Draco’s attitude towards Harry, however, had been disheartening, to say the least. On their first meeting, the blond had been cold and reserved, and had only spoken when instructed to do so by his parents. Harry had hoped that his betrothed was only being shy and nervous, that he’d eventually warm up to him. Yet each time they met, Harry’s sprits sank lower. He was forced to believe that Draco wasn’t timorous, but that he didn’t like Harry and didn’t want to marry him. He asked the blond as much.
“You don’t want to marry me, do you?” He asked the evening before their wedding.
Draco shrugged. “It doesn’t matter what I want,” he said. “I’ve been prepared for this all my life, and I’ve come to accept it.”
The gathering tears stung Harry’s eyes. “D-Do you have a lover?” he’d asked timidly. “Someone you’d like to marry if you could choose for yourself.”
To Harry’s relief, Draco shook his head. Maybe there was still hope. Maybe Draco would still come to like him.
*****
Harry sat nervously on the edge of the bed. He’d spent months waiting for this moment, but now that it was here, he feared nothing would come of it. Draco had been stiff and quiet all day, and hadn’t smiled even once.
The blond was sitting only a few feet away from him, and the tension between them was escalating with every passing second.
“I suppose you want to have sex now,” Draco said quietly. His voice betrayed neither enthusiasm nor revulsion.
Harry closed his eyes and swallowed hard. His throat was so dry and constricted that he wondered if he was even capable of answering. “Yes,” he admitted quietly. Nothing would come out of denying his desire for his husband. “But if you don’t want to, I’ll understand.”
Draco shrugged. “I don’t care,” he said. “Sex never interested me much.” Here, Harry had to wonder what kind of an eighteen year old with a cock wasn’t interested in sex. “But we did just get married, so we might as well try it.”
Harry’s heart swelled with love and desire, even though his husband had done nothing more than surrender to his fate. Still, he vowed to do everything within his capability to make sure that Draco enjoyed their first night together. Hopefully, if he succeeded, Draco would come back for more.
One could well have expected it to be a horrible shag for Harry, given that Draco had done almost nothing but lie there and allow Harry to play with his body. But Harry took full advantage of Draco’s acquiescence. He licked, nibbled, and touched everywhere, paying special attention to the areas that made his husband breathe harder and arch slightly off of the mattress. Eventually, he succeeded in coaxing an erection from his aloof partner. Then he took it in his mouth savored its bitter sweetness until, to his delight, he felt Draco’s fingers tangle themselves in his hair and pull him closer.
He freed Draco’s cock from his mouth with a pop. “Wanna ride you,” he said.
“Yes.”
Harry reached for a jar of lube he’d been carrying in his wedding robes just in case. Aroused as he was, Draco made no move to prepare him, so Harry dipped his own fingers into the jar to scoop out some of the slick substance. He was on his knees, in between Draco’s legs, when he reached behind himself to trace his own entrance. The lube felt cool against the puckered skin. When he began to push, the sensation was strange, but pleasant.
He pushed his finger in and out of few times, and then it brushed a spot that the blood course hotly through his veins. He couldn’t resist exploiting that nub for a while before adding a second digit and scissoring his muscles loose.
“Come here,” said a husky voice.
Harry opened his eyes. He’d almost forgotten about his husband. He positioned himself above Draco’s cock while grabbing hold of its base, and impaled himself onto Draco’s stiffness inch by excruciating inch.
His initial movements had been slow, careful. It felt good to have Draco inside him, but it did hurt. As he got used to the feeling, he grew bolder and rode Draco with fervor. Draco’s hands were on his hips encouraging him. He wished his husband would stroke his cock, but he realized he was lucky enough to be able to shag him in the first place. Taking his own cock in hand, he began stroking it to the rhythm of his hips.
When Draco finally threw his head back and cried out, it was the most erotic thing Harry had ever seen. His orgasm came like a torrent that he couldn’t have resisted even if he’d tried.
Afterwards, they lay in silence for a long while before drifting off to sleep. Harry couldn’t help grinning in the darkness. His wedding night hadn’t been as romantic as he’d fantasized, but Draco seemed to have enjoyed it, and that was a start.
The End