Forevermore [Draco/Harry, NC-17]

Title: Forevermore
Author: Megan B. Black
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Smuff, Cross-dressing
Genre: Romance
Summary: Draco and Harry get married; then, they have their honeymoon.
Word Count: 1,402
Author’s Note: For the Harry Potter Slash Wedding Ficathon at marginalia's LJ. I apologize to bloodyrose82 for the tardiness of this fic. n_n;

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Two hands entwined; blood coming together, forever binding. Four eyes stared into each other; grey gazes into green, love confessing. "By blood and love, we are bound. Forevermore, I will love you," the fair-haired boy professed, his grey eyes shining with adoration.

The dark-haired boy smiled. "By blood and love, we are bound. Forevermore, I will love you," he repeated and he grinned up at his mate.

An old man, standing behind them, took their hands into his own; a brilliant white light and the old man smiled. "By the powers of these bindings, I now pronounce you married in the eyes of the Wizarding World."

The dark-haired boy, ecstatic, jumped into the fair-haired boy's arms and kissed him; he wrapped his arms around the blond boy's neck and his legs around the blonde's waist. "Oh, Draco, we finally did it! We're married!"

Draco smiled at the dark-haired boy; then, he kissed him deeply. "Forevermore, my love, forevermore," he whispered into Harry's mouth.

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Later that night, after apparating into their honeymoon suite, the two of them fell together, kissing passionately in an entanglement of limbs and dress clothes. Harry, on top of Draco, nipped the blond boy's lips and kissed down the boy's jaw line, and he muttered between kisses, "I don't know why I let you talk me into wearing a dress. It's going to be..." he ran his tongue sensually up the side of Draco's neck. "...hard to get off."

Draco's eyes flashed and he rolled them over; pressing Harry down into the mattress, he waved his wand. "Did you forget that we have magic to assist us?" Harry blushed and he picked at his dress; then, he muttered something under his breath. "What was that, love?"

"I want to wear the dress," the dark-haired lad mumbled; it was nearly inaudible, but Draco could understand and his cock twitched in his pants.

"God, Harry, you're going to kill me," he whispered. Then, Draco reached up Harry's dress, feeling the smooth silky panties that Harry was wearing. "Fuck, Harry. Panties, too?" The raven-haired beauty's cheek flushed with embarrassment and Draco kissed him as he pulled Harry's panties off.

It was agonizingly slow. Draco teased him mercilessly, licking every crevice of Harry's body and only stopping at the puckered opening of Harry's arse. When the fair-haired boy stopped, and didn't move, Harry writhed in displeasure. "Draco, please," he pleaded with the Slytherin boy. Draco smirked and he shook his head.

"Sorry, love, but no matter how much I love you, I'm never putting my tongue in there without cleaning you out first," he whispered, his hot breath blowing over Harry's cock. Then, Draco took out his wand and pressed the very tip into Harry's arse. After muttering the cleansing spell and Harry had giggled from the way it tickled and chilled his insides, Draco probed the entrance to Harry's arse with his tongue; the fair-haired boy's talented tongue wriggled its way into Harry's insides and caressed them, sending sparks of pleasure through Harry's body. Harry moaned, his face flushed with pleasure, and embarrassment, and he grappled the bed sheets, twisting them around his fingers. All too soon, the wonderful sensations stopped and Harry was left puzzled, his eyes squeezed shut and the bed sheets clenched in his hand.

Then, the fair-haired wizard crawled up Harry's body, smirking at the shocked Gryffindor. "Are you ready, my love?" he whispered tenderly and his fingers danced around Harry's skin like a spider. Emerald green eyes met piercing grey. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck; their lips met and Harry opened his mouth, allowing Draco's tongue entrance; no battle for dominance, but Harry submitted willingly, succumbing to Draco's dominant nature.

Harry pulled away first, but he kissed Draco once more, and he murmured. "I'm ready, Draco." The fair-haired boy nodded and he grabbed his wand.

"You're sure?" Harry nodded and Draco pressed the tip of his wand against the opening to Harry's arse. "Lubricare!" he whispered the lubrication charm and Harry, once again, giggled as the charm coated his insides with a slippery substance. Draco pressed his wand into Harry's arse slowly and Harry hissed as Draco's wand scratched him lightly. "Are you alright, love?" Draco muttered as he moved the wand around inside of Harry's arse; twisting it around and lightly touching Harry's prostate with the stick, Draco bit Harry's nipple, and he nipped Harry's delicate skin, pale but not as pale as his own. Sliding his wand out of Harry's arse, but not removing it from Harry's skin, he uttered another spell. "Divaricare!" Harry gasped softly as he felt a small burning sensation that lasted only a moment; then, the burning sensation was replaced by a warming sensation. There was a small clatter as Draco's wand hit the ground. "Harry, turn around and lie on your stomach."

Harry looked at him in confusion, before he protested. "No, I want to look at you."

Draco shook his head. "No, love, it'll hurt less if you're on your stomach."

"No, Draco. I don't care if it hurts; I just want to be able to look into my lover's, my husband's, eyes as we make love. Draco sighed, but he nodded, giving in to his mate's request.

"I love you, Harry," he whispered loving and he pushed Harry's wedding dress up, until he was able to fit snugly between Harry's legs. Then, he gradually pushed his way into Harry's arse, watching the emerald-eyed beauty's face for any signs of discomfort. Harry winced, but he shook his head in protest, wrapping his legs around his lover's back in an attempt to keep the boy from pulling out; this action caused him even more discomfort and he hissed lightly. "Harry, I don't want to hurt you..."

Harry glared at him with misty eyes and he pressed his heel down into Draco's back, as he lifted his hips off the bed and pushed himself onto Draco's cock. "Please, just... more!" he choked out, his voice coated with pleasure and pain. This time, understanding his partner's urgency, Draco didn't protesting. Draco pulled himself back a little; then, he thrust back in, forcing Harry to take all of him. Harry cried out in shock and his muscles clenched in objection to the pain.

Draco kissed Harry swiftly, covering Harry's mouth with his own, as he set a steady rhythm, pushing his cock in and out of Harry's arse; his cock rubbed against Harry's prostate on every thrust; Harry thrashed and moaned, and his cock rubbed against the lacy material of his dress as his prostate was mercilessly teased.

Then, Draco lifted Harry's legs onto his shoulders and he grinded against Harry's arse, barely moving, but it was enough to drive Harry wild; Draco's cock relentlessly stroked Harry's prostate and Harry was so hard that it hurt; cock throbbing, Harry shoved his hips forward in a silent plea. Draco wrapped his hand around Harry's cock and he began to move it up and down; Harry panted and he clenched a bunch of his wedding dress in his hand as he pushed his cock into Draco's hand. "Please, please, please, please..." Harry whispered in a repetitive plea for release.

"Draco!" Harry screamed as his climax hit him. His come splattered in various places on Draco's face and chest; with Harry's muscles clenching tightly around his, Draco whispered Harry's name as his orgasm came, shooting his come into the depths of Harry's body. The two fell together and their lips met, melding together in a passionate kiss.

Harry pulled away, his tongue flicking out of his mouth and he lapped up the come that decorated Draco's body, like a kitten licking up its milk. "I love you, Draco...," he whispered, nuzzling his fair-haired lover's neck.

"I love you, too, Harry. Forevermore..."