Jae's Journal

Title: Mark of a Malfoy 6
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexy times
Word count: 585
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for sass_macfru who asked for more of Mark of a Malfoy
Summary: Lazy morning shags are the best.



Draco woke up before Harry did. His soulmate was sleeping on his stomach, arms over his head on the pillow. Draco propped himself up on an elbow and looked at the tattoo -- his tattoo -- that now resided on Harry's shoulder blade.

As if sensing his attention, the dragon yawned, displaying fierce teeth.

Harry twitched and raised his head. He turned to see Draco watching him, and he smiled, slow and sexy.

Draco's heart skipped a beat, and his cock pulsed with urgency and want.

"Morning," Harry husked. He turned to his side, facing Draco, and reached up to wind his fingers in Draco's hair. He tugged him down and sealed their lips together in a hungry, searching kiss.

Draco moaned and leaned into it. He coaxed Harry into rolling onto his back, then draped himself across him.

Harry broke the kiss and drew in a breath. "You think you're topping?" he rumbled.

Draco shook his head. "Want to ride you," he replied. As he spoke, he fit their groins together and rocked gently back and forth.

"If you keep that up, I'll come before you get the chance," said Harry.

Draco grinned and sat up. He stretched and was able to reach the bottle of lubricant on the night stand. He poured some in his palm and wrapped his fingers around Harry's cock.

Harry gasped and lifted his hips. He clenched his fists in the bedding, and his jaw tightened.

Draco enjoyed the power he had over Harry. However, he didn't want this session to end before it had begun. He released Harry's prick and wiped his hand on Harry's hip.

"Oy!"

A mocking laugh tumbled from Draco's lips as he moved up Harry's body and positioned himself. He pushed down, hissing a little when the head of Harry's cock popped past his rim. Draco lowered himself slowly, enjoying the stretch and the burn of being filled so completely. Fuck, it felt like Harry was...

"Made for me," Draco murmured as his arse settled onto Harry.

"Hm?"

Draco didn't bother repeating himself; he saved his breath for sex. He rose up and sank down again. Once he had a good rhythm going, Draco began to twist his hips each time he raised up. Harry groaned and bucked up to meet him, and each time their bodies came together, Draco tightened his inner muscles. Harry was enjoying it, judging by the frantic movements and incoherent noises he was making. Draco took his cock in hand and began to wank himself, wanting to climax before Harry did. He succeeded, but barely. Draco had just finished spattering Harry with his release when Harry spurted inside of him.

Draco wilted forward, catching himself by planting his hands on Harry's chest. His own chest heaved with his breaths. When Harry had softened sufficiently, Draco pulled off of him and collapsed by his side. His eyes grew heavy, and he yawned before fitting himself more closely to Harry.

"What will happen to the tattoo if your father succeeds in killing me?"

Draco's eyes flew open, and he snorted. "Father isn't going to kill you," he said. "Mum will speak to him tonight. She'll make him see reason."

Harry made a snorting noise of his own. "Forgive me if I don't intend to turn my back on your father."

Draco smiled and checked the time. It was still early, and neither of them needed to be anywhere. "That's okay, Harry," he said, dragging the covers up over them. "I'll protect you."