Okay lovelies! Here is the final part. I must warn you though this is filthiest thing I've ever written, this chapter contains lots and lots of sex, and I think it's only right that I wrote this dirty piece just for my brilliant friend - the birthday girl - Sexy Lexi! hehe!

Many thanks go to my new friend, Love0potion0gone0wrong, who beta'ed this chapter in two parts because it just took me that long to write! There's only so much hot and heavy action that I can take in one go!

So without further ado, make sure you are alone when you read this, especially if it makes you blush as much as it did me to write it.

Surprise: Part 3

"Hey Harry!" Ron greeted his best friend as he walked into Harry's office. "O'Brien said you were looking for me."

It was late Friday afternoon, exactly a week since Draco's birthday party, and everybody was about to head home for the weekend.

As promised Harry and Draco had spent the previous weekend in bed wrapped around each other's naked bodies, but not quite in the manner both had hoped. They had woken the morning after the party with severe hangovers that stretched well into Saturday evening. They were so ill neither could raise their heads too far off their pillows without vomiting, let alone be able to keep an anti-hangover potion down long enough for it to have any effect. The next day, Sunday, didn't include quite so much throwing up, but they both had to face work the next day and, thus, decided it was far better to relax and let the seedy feelings pass.

"Yes!" Harry nearly shouted when Ron entered his office. Ron noticed Harry was acting rather odd, he was throwing scrunched up pieces of parchment at a small tawny owl perching high up on his bookcase.

"What on Earth are you doing?" Ron asked with a concerned frown; although if he was concerned for his friend or concerned for the bird, he wasn't yet sure.

"Draco sent me an owl and I need to get it now!" Harry answered before throwing another ball of paper and earning an angry hoot for his trouble.

When had Harry returned to work on the Monday following the party, he was greeted with his usual pile of paperwork, plus the extra he was required to fill out from his last field assignment. He had been the head of that particular mission and, thus, he was required to compile an overall mission report for Kingsley – the Head of Magical Law Enforcement – using his and his colleagues official individual mission reports.

Harry was home late that Monday evening, and the next evening, after the Department had received a report of suspected magically inflicted injuries from a muggle hospital in Kent. It was a trying week and he had neither the time nor the energy to seek sexual release with his lover at night after they'd both retired to bed.

"If you haven't received the package, why is the owl up on your bookshelf?" Ron asked dumbly. Post owls are trained to deliver mail to the recipient directly; they are not to go about their own business of sleeping or eating until the task is complete, which is why it is common place for wizards to feed the post owls delivering their packages.

"This is Draco's idea of payback," Harry informed Ron bitterly.

"Payback?" Ron asked apprehensively, not sure he really wanted to know.

"Yes, well, it's for something I did a week ago," Harry told his best friend. "Or didn't do is probably more accurate, you see that night I was at your house trying to organise the waiters for the party, I'd actually promised Draco a night of hot, steamy-"

"Okay!" Ron practically shouted, holding his hands up in surrender. "I get it! No need to elaborate!"

Harry blushed. "Right, well, obviously I failed to show up for said evening and Draco doesn't let anything go, as you can imagine."

"He does seem the type to seek revenge," Ron chuckled, albeit uncomfortably. "That doesn't explain the bird," he stated, his tone questioning Harry further on the subject.

Harry didn't answer his friend immediately. Instead he retrieved his office chair and placed it against his bookshelf, obviously intending to climb up to reach the uncooperative owl. "Draco has organised a weekend away for the two of us," Harry said eventually, as he climbed on to the chair. "And the bastard owled me the apparation coordinates with this damn owl! I bet he picked the stupid thing to deliver them solely based on its anti-social and aggressive temperament. OWW!" he yelped as he came toppling off the chair, landing hard on the ground. Harry had reached up to grab the note attached to the small owl's talon and the feisty thing gave him a sharp bite on his finger. He had gotten such a shock at the pain he'd instinctively yanked his hand back and lost his balance, falling to the ground.

"So you're willing to break your neck trying to get these coordinates, just for a bit of sex?" Ron asked in disbelief. He understood the lengths some people would go to for sex, but he was under the assumption that Harry and Draco were at it all the time.

"You don't understand," Harry sighed, rubbing his aching neck. "He has our school uniforms!"

Ron frowned, clearly very confused.

"Okay, let me put it into terms you'll understand," Harry suggested. "Imagine Hermione waiting for you in bed in her Hogwarts uniform; those knee-high socks pulled up all the way, her skirt a little too short to be decent and her tie loose with the buttons on her shirt undone a little too low, revealing not too much skin, but just enough to get you going."

Ron swallowed thickly and his cheeks pinked with lust.

"That is what I have waiting for me right now," Harry said seriously, but his eyes were bright and excited.

"Right then," Ron nodded, still uncomfortably aroused by the idea of his wife in her old uniform. "Let's get you laid!"

Harry smiled as Ron climbed up on to the chair that was still firmly sitting up against the bookshelf. The redhead reached up towards the owl and was given the same treatment as Harry; a sharp bite.

"OW! Blasted thing!" Ron hissed. "Right that's it!" he growled, pulling out his wand and hexing the bird frozen, so it couldn't bite him when he made his second grab for the note.

Ron grinned proudly as he climbed down from the chair, triumphant, with the note held securely in his hands. He handed it carefully over to Harry who squeaked out his thanks before opening it hurriedly; as promised, inside were apparation coordinates.

"Thanks, Ron!" he gushed. "I owe you big time!" he announced.

"I'll remember that," Ron laughed. "Go on! Get out of here and have a good weekend. I don't want to hear from you until Monday!"

"Oh don't you worry," Harry winked. "I'm staying in bed with Draco all weekend and this time it's going to be fun!"

As Harry entered the house Draco had rented for them in the Cornish countryside, he found it uncomfortably silent and wondered if he should call out to his lover.

"Hello?" he sang softly into the entry way. "Draco?"

Harry slipped inside carefully and smiled when he noticed, for the first time, his Gryffindor uniform folded neatly, waiting for him on a small table. There was a noted pinned to the front with two words of instruction: 'Wear this', it read.

Harry entered the house a little further to find the lounge room on his left pristine, but completely uninhabited and the kitchen to his right – which he found with further exploration – in a similar state. He smiled and glanced at the staircase just off the lounge room, he suspected that Draco must be waiting for him in an upstairs bedroom.

He changed out of his work clothes and into his old uniform, which sit fit surprisingly well – a fact he was more than pleased to discover. His skin tingled with anticipation at what was to come; whether it was part of the punishment, or something they genuinely didn't get around to, Harry wasn't sure, but his cock was well aware that he hadn't had sex for over a week now and it was ready to rectify that oversight.

Harry climbed up the stairs and poked his head into two empty rooms before he found his husband, dressed, as he expected, in his Slytherin uniform. Draco was curled up on his side on top of a large bed with a book lying open next to him, held limply in his right hand. Harry felt a rush of affection as he realized his lover had fallen asleep waiting for him to arrive and now he would have the pleasure of kissing him awake. He crept over to the bed and gently sat beside him on the edge of the mattress. Draco had his back to him and Harry slowly leaned over his body to see his lover's peaceful face.

"Draco, my love," he whispered tenderly into Draco's ear. He brushed his fingers through Draco's blonde locks and placed a soft trail of kisses along his jaw.

"Mmm, Harry?" Draco groaned sleepily. Draco turned in his arms to face him and he was quickly wrapped into a warm and loving embrace. "I missed you," he croaked, his mouth still dry with sleep. "What took you so long?"

"That bloody bird you sent, that's what," Harry growled lightly. "Damn thing bit me."

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," Draco apologized with a laugh and he placed a small kiss on the end of the finger Harry presented as the afflicted limb.

"You look so hot in that uniform, Draco," Harry purred, keen to get his sleepy lover into a sexy mood. Harry fingered the edges of Draco's robes and bit his lip seductively as he explored how well they still fit his husband, even after all these years.

"So do you, my naughty Gryffindor," Draco laughed as he took in the strangely familiar sight of Harry in his rumpled red and gold lined robes. "This was a brilliant idea," he commended, referring to Harry's suggested 'walk down Memory Lane'.

Harry leaned down into his lover and buried his face into Draco's neck with a low growl as he imitated a Gryffindor lions roar. Draco laughed and playfully pushed Harry away. "Oh the things I would have done to you in this uniform!" Harry declared.

"Tell me then, lover," Draco challenged, sitting up to meet Harry's gaze. He ran his hands invitingly over his body from his chest down to his hips where they came to rest. "What would you have done to me?"

"I would have lured to you an empty classroom and grabbed you as you walked in, then I would have pinned you to the wall and kissed you until you were dizzy," Harry purred.

Draco groaned as Harry crushed their lips together, pushing him back down to the bed and holding him firmly. Their warm breath mingled through their kisses, filling the surrounding air with their combined flavours which only served as an aphrodisiac for them both. Harry crawled on to Draco's lithe frame, straddling his hips, and pulling his lips away for just long enough to have Draco whimpering for more, before roughly taking his mouth again.

"And what makes you think I would have let you do that?" Draco growled, ever defiant, when Harry has finished his assault on him.

"What makes you think you'd have had a choice?" Harry retorted with a smirk.

Draco laughed at this. He knew Harry was extremely worked up, having been neglected all week and his fiery, aggressive side was coming out. It was exactly what Draco needed, his passionate Gryffindor was here to claim him as his own.

"Go on then, what would you have done once you had me pinned and thoroughly kissed?" Draco asked, his tone teasing.

"I would have slowly unbuttoned your shirt to see what delightful abdominals you kept hidden underneath," Harry replied his voice teasing as his fingers deftly moved to do exactly as he had described. He started by loosening Draco's green and silver tie just enough to slip it out from underneath his collar, then he began sliding the small buttons out from their holes one at a time, moving downwards from Draco's neck. As he worked his way down, Harry roughly tugged the ends of the white shirt from their confines, trapped beneath Draco's trousers, so that the shirt could hang free and open, allowing Harry complete access to the soft, pale skin beneath it.

Harry gripped Draco's hips with both hands as he took in the incredible sight before him. Draco's eyes were bright with excitement and they looked at him hungrily as he bit down on his puffy, red lips. His chest was flawlessly on display, framed by his open shirt and his tie was draped lazily over his left nipple and fell down the side of his torso; he looked perfectly ruffled and ready for more.

Harry ran his flat, open palms up and down the length of Draco's bare chest, before descending on the pale flesh with his mouth. He kissed the silky skin just before it disappeared beneath the soft grey fabric of Draco's trousers, he moved his mouth up and sucked and kissed all around his navel, dipping his tongue inside and making Draco giggle. Draco hummed his approval as Harry continued his journey to bite and nibble his shoulders and around his nipples, delicately taking each in turn for a slow, hard suck.

Draco felt his arousal pushing on the inside of his trousers – he, too, had been feeling the strain of a sexless week – and he needed Harry's attention focused down there immediately. He demanded this attention through a series of loud moans and hard thrusts as Harry licked his way along his torso.

Harry dutifully obliged as he kissed and nibbled another burning trail back down to the top of Draco's pants. "You want me to undo your trousers, do you?" he asked cheekily.

"Mmhmm," Draco groaned, thrusting again.

"These trousers right here?" Harry asked again, hooking a finger underneath the top of his pants and snapping them back.

"Yes! These trousers!" Draco pleaded. "Take them off, Harry, please!"

With a small chuckle, Harry unzipped Draco's pants to find a thin layer of dark green satin creating a very sexy barrier between them; it was the thong Harry had bought Draco for his birthday to match the black one. Draco lifted his bottom off the bed for Harry to slide his pants down his long legs and slip them over his ankles.

Draco was quite a sight to behold and Harry had to forcibly remind himself that he was there to please Draco and not to get carried away with his own mounting arousal. He palmed the stretched green satin, earning himself a violent shiver and uncontrolled groan for his trouble, and he was pleased to see evidence of his husband's excitement staining the material restraining his favourite toy.

"Time to take these off, I think," Harry suggested, slipping two fingers beneath the elastic so that he was able to slip them off the same as he did Draco's trousers earlier.

Harry never grew tired of seeing Draco's cock, even after all these years; just the sight of it was enough to send Harry's nerves tingling and his blood pumping to his groin. Harry would often find himself banished from the bathroom if Draco was showering and needed to be somewhere because, if he was allowed to stay, it was possible neither of them would get anywhere.

Draco was perfectly sized, enough to fill Harry every time, not so much to hurt him and not so little that Harry would wonder if he was actually being fucked. It was smooth, long and beautifully pink when hard, like it was blushing with lust like the rest of Draco's flushed skin. Harry didn't bother with teasing his lover, he could see Draco was ready and he was too desperate to taste him to wait any longer. Harry kissed the head of his husband's beautiful cock two or three times before licking around the top and giving it a small suck. Draco groaned and shifted underneath him, clearly eager for more, but not wanting to rush the experience. Harry smiled to himself and leaned down to drag his tongue from the base of the shaft to the tip knowing he would be rewarded with a most pleasant reaction and he was; Draco gasped and physically arched up from the bed.

"Oh God, Harry," Draco exclaimed breathily and he reached down to tangle his hands into Harry's dark mane to encourage him onwards.

As usual, Harry needed very little encouragement and he sucked the head of Draco's member back into his mouth and Draco hummed at the immediate warmth he felt. He pulled away and licked up and down the side of the shaft before finally taking nearly half Draco's length into his warm, wet mouth. He pulled back and massaged his tongue along the underside of his husband's cock as he did so, swirling it round the head, before swallowing his length all over again. Each time he took Draco back into his mouth he opened his throat and swallowed more of his length until he was almost pressing his nose into Draco's pelvic bone.

The blonde shivered and groaned at the feelings enveloping him as Harry worked, he felt warmth in his stomach and the heat grew as it travelled closer to his groin, which he felt burning red hot with desire. Despite nearly drowning in all this lust, Draco still had enough conscious thought to be bothered by Harry's frustrating lack of nudity. He moved his hands from Harry's hair to the materials concealing his perfectly toned body, Draco grasped a handful of fabric on Harry's shoulder and began tugging it through his moans. Harry must have thought he was providing another form of encouragement because it only served to spur the Gryffindor on further.

"Mmm, Harry!" Draco shouted with a mixture of pleasure and annoyance. He tugged sharply upwards to indicate that he wished Harry's face to crawl back up to his own.

The heat of Harry's mouth left his dick and Draco couldn't hold in his regretful sigh, to which Harry smirked, but continued his journey along Draco's slender frame so their lips might meet again in another passionate kiss.

"I want you naked, Potter," Draco smirked. "But leave your tie and socks," he instructed.

"Hey!" Harry cried, sounding affronted. "That's Malfoy-Potter to you, Mister!" he finished with a naughty grin.

Draco just growled and launched himself onto Harry, who yelped as he was pushed backwards; their positions were reversed, but the situation was very similar to one they both found themselves in not too long ago. Draco pulled Harry's tie loose and yanked his shirt from his pants hurriedly, Draco thought Harry should have been naked long ago and he was not wasting any more time. Harry unzipped his own pants and kicked them off his legs while Draco struggled with the buttons on his shirt. Finally, after much struggle, Harry found himself in a similar state of undress as Draco and he exhaled sharply when he saw the predatory look in Draco's eyes as he descended on Harry's eagerly awaiting cock.

Harry thought he would literally sink into the mattress with pleasure at the rush of sensations he felt when Draco wrapped his soft pink lips around him. He had relieved himself quickly in the shower two days ago, but that never satisfied him as much as when Draco touched him. Draco kissed, licked and sucked at him until he quivered with pleasure, occasionally Draco would pull away to nibble at the inside of his thigh, and Harry felt his lust zing through his whole body.

"You're so sexy, baby," Draco purred, as he pulled away and sat up on his heels. "I need you to touch me too," he said, casually stroking himself.

Whether it was the look in Draco's eyes, the rawness of his swollen lips, or the sight of him sitting there stroking himself, but Harry wasn't even a little disappointed at the request. He smiled excitedly and Draco crawled over to him and turned, leaning on his side so Harry had unobstructed access to his cock and he to Harry's. They took each other again into their mouths and the sensation of sucking while being sucked only intensified the whole experience.

The two young men had been together for so long they both knew which buttons to press, when, where and how hard to press them to elicit certain reactions. Both had been craving this all week and both were eager to give in to the mounting excitement they felt at the other's touch, so neither held back.

Harry felt Draco's mouth vibrate as he moaned around him and he felt the pressure building within him as his lover's wet tongue massaged his cock, Harry groaned around Draco and the subsequent humming seemed to be the final push Draco needed. Harry heard him cry out before feeling him give one last hard suck; Draco's cock swelled in his mouth and exploded, flooding him with a tangy sweetness that Harry swallowed right down. Seeming to know he was close, Draco took up bobbing his head back and forth while Harry gave a last few thrusts into him before releasing himself into Draco's warm mouth.

Draco sighed with fatigue as he turned to join Harry the right way up on the bed. "That was soo good," he gasped with a tired laugh.

"Oh yeah," Harry agreed, smiling with contentment. "Come here, sweetie," he requested, holding his arms open waiting for Draco to fill them. The blonde contentedly crawled into the embrace and they snuggled down together, closing his eyes, finally relaxed after a long, hard week.

Draco awoke to warm slippery fingers pressing firmly on his upper back, moving in a circular motion, kneading his tense muscles loose and relaxing his whole physique. He groaned with pleasure as Harry hit a spot right between his shoulder blades that had his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his whole body relax. Draco could smell the strong sweet scent of artificial strawberries and he could feel the oil warming his muscles into submission as Harry worked his hands all over his back.

"I knew there was a reason I married you," Draco blissfully sighed into his pillow.

"Nothing to do with my good looks, charm and social connections?" Harry quipped.

"Just those magic hands," Draco replied. "A little lower, darling husband," he instructed with a smirk that Harry could hear in his tone.

Harry obliged and his slick hands slipped easily over Draco's waist and down to his lower back where he continued to work his fingers into Draco's flesh, roughly loosening his tight muscles. He worked up and down Draco's back and over his shoulders for nearly thirty minutes until Draco was putty in his hands; the blonde deity had practically melted into the bedding.

"Turn over, baby," Harry whispered.

Draco moaned in protest, but eventually turned his body so he could see Harry looming over him. Draco's eyes were glazed over as he drifted through a thick fog of physical stimulation and pleasurable sensations. Being treated to such an intense back massage so closely after an intense sexual release, had Draco wondering if his body could cope with much more of this seduction Harry seemed to have planned.

Draco gasped as he felt Harry's oil slicked hands wrap around his semi-erect cock and he knew immediately that even if Harry pleasured him into an early grave, he wouldn't care one iota. Draco felt Harry pump his hand up and down sending pleasant tingles shooting down his legs and alerting his brain to the need for more blood in the lower half of his body. After so long together, Harry was able to seduce him into almost anything and there were several occasions that evidenced that very fact, most often, though, Harry wanted only to seduce him into passionately fucking him; this was one of those occasions. As he felt his temperature rise and his breath shorten while Harry stroked him expertly, he saw the triumphant smirk on his lover's face and the sharp look in his vivid green eyes that told Draco that Harry wanted to be fucked and he was certain he was going to get it.

Smug bastard, Draco thought. He was going to get it alright.

Draco released an animalistic growl as he pushed Harry back off his cock and onto his back, beside him on the bed. Draco crawled on top of him, straddling his hips and pressing their cocks together, before Harry really had time to register his change in position. Harry's head dropped heavily onto the pillow behind him as he felt Draco's groin press against him.

"What do you want me to do to you, Harry?" Draco asked, rolling his hips into the Gryffindor. Both men were still wearing their old ties and Draco thought Harry looked so fuckable in that tie with his hair all ruffled that he almost thought of just getting right to it rather than making him beg. Almost.

"You know what I want," Harry grinned; he didn't want to beg for it, Draco knew.

"Do I?" he asked feigning innocence.

"I want you," Harry replied, thrusting up into Draco so that a wave of desire washed over them both.

"You want me to what?" he insisted.

Harry laughed, as he realised Draco was going to make him say it. "I want you to slide that gorgeous dick of yours into my arse and show me how well we fit together," he purred, lifting his face up to Draco's and stealing a brief and tender kiss.

Draco smiled. Harry could still make his heart jump with the smallest loving gesture. "Anything for you, my angel," he whispered before leaning into another kiss.

Draco kissed Harry breathless, making the brunette gasp into his mouth as he stroked him into a frenzied state. Once he was satisfied that Harry was suitably aroused, he reached over to the bedside table where he had stowed away his sexy weekend goodies, including a tub of Harry's favourite lubricant.

Draco dipped the index and middle fingers on his right hand into the slippery substance and Harry instinctively pulled his knees up to his chest, giving Draco the access he required. He rubbed the clear substance around Harry's entrance, slowly slipping inside further each time as he lubricated the tight channel; Harry purred at the feel of his preparation. As Draco's fingers gained more entry he began to scissor them apart each time he pulled out and, once his lover felt significantly looser, he added a third finger. Draco's long slender fingers reached deep inside Harry touching him in all the right places, making him tremble. Harry reached down with his hands to touch his husband anywhere he could reach him, the sensations and emotions he felt were so intense they were pulling his mind away from conscious thought and he needed to grip Draco somehow to anchor him to the moment.

Draco took Harry's movement as a sign to proceed further and he removed his sticky fingers to dip them back into the lubricant and grease his cock, before wiping his fingers clean using the end of the bed sheet they were laying on. Draco leaned over his husband, placing his hands either side of Harry's shoulders, to claim another kiss before continuing. Sitting back up, Draco grabbed Harry's left ankle and pushed it back before leaning into him with his groin and using his free hand to position his cock just right.

"Deep breath," Draco instructed with a grin and Harry inhaled deeply before releasing it again. As he breathed out Draco pushed himself inside and Harry took half his length easily, making them both groan in satisfaction. Draco pushed deeper inside as Harry until he was fully sheathed and he paused to let Harry adjust around him.

The brunette opened his eyes and rewarded Draco with a brilliant grin. "Perfect," he sighed, before shifting slightly under him. "Don't torture me, love," he moaned.

With an airy chuckle, Draco began to move, sliding in and out with small movements to start of with, before he allowed himself to pick up the pace. He gripped Harry's ankles to help steady and balance himself as he thrust back and forth. Harry's face was most fascinating to watch; he alternated between pursing his lips and crinkling his brow in concentration, to relaxing his facial muscles completely and letting his eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings, to gazing back at Draco with those otherworldly green eyes and smiling with happiness beyond that of sexual contentment. It was with this last look on his face that Harry spoke again, breaking the string of grunts they released between them.

"Let's swap," he suggested. "I want to be on top."

Draco nodded and smiled softly. "Anything you want, baby," he said, repeating his earlier sentiment. Harry was being very loving, he had obviously missed Draco today; riding him from above was Harry's most affectionate position because it was from this angle that they could have the most tender contact.

They repositioned themselves; Harry climbed over Draco's hips and Draco felt his heart swell – as he watched Harry sink down on to him, he thought that he couldn't imagine a more perfect sight; the love of his life demonstrating his devotion through this act of bodily worship. What could be more natural? What could be more beautiful?

Harry leaned his face down towards Draco as he pushed back. Draco had his hands on either side of Harry's hips guiding him down gently. Harry was known for getting lost in the passion of the moment, impaling himself to quickly and getting hurt; being the protective husband he was, Draco didn't like to give Harry complete control in situations like this.

"Oh God," Harry moaned as he was again filled; he released several deep Earthly groans from his chest and his cheeks flushed red as he sank lower.

When he was full once more, Harry relaxed and draped himself over Draco's chest, snuggling in. Draco pressed three chaste kisses onto Harry's temple before he was gifted with the Gryffindor's mouth. They licked at each other's lips and tongues and Harry slowly began to move, rising and falling evenly, getting himself into a smooth careful rhythm.

After a few minutes Harry sat up, pulling away from his lover to access his own neglected cock. As he stroked himself – Draco's hands still guiding his rising and falling motions – he let his head loll back and, with his eyes closed, he lost himself to the sensations of his building climax. He began to pant harder and his moans and gasps were no longer within his control. With his husband's name on his lips, he crashed over the edge, making a mess of Draco's chest as he did. Harry carelessly collapsed on top of his husband and they were both soon as sticky as each other.

"How are you doing there, Gorgeous?" Draco asked sounding amused.

"Just gimme a sec," Harry mumbled almost incoherently into Draco's shoulder. Draco just laughed and wrapped his arms around Harry's back.

Harry's breathing slowed, along with his racing pulse, and his body temperature was starting to return to normal. As he felt himself begin to recover, Harry teasingly wiggled his bottom which was still full with Draco's cock. "Your turn," he whispered into Draco's ear before claiming his lips again and starting to pump up and down.

Draco moaned loudly his approval of Harry's actions and he felt his temperature rising quickly back to where it had been previously. The couple continued to kiss fervently while they made love, occasionally Harry would pull away to nibble at Draco's neck so they could both refill their lungs.

It wasn't long before Draco was gasping into Harry's mouth urging him to pump harder, move faster, and with a rough grunt Draco came forcefully inside his spouse who continued to move until he was sure Draco had ridden out his climax.

Harry rolled off his husband with a contented sigh and cuddled into him. "That was fantastic," he purred, still awash with post-coital afterglow.

"Yes, it was brilliant," Draco wholeheartedly agreed. "Now perhaps that is why I married you," he teased.

"I have many qualities," Harry replied casually.

"Yes, but right now you and your qualities are extremely sticky," Draco retorted, making a face.

"So are you!" Harry was quick to point out. "Shower?" he suggested.

"Absolutely," Draco agreed as he sat up and started to move off the bed.

"Can I wash you?" Harry asked with a naughty grin. Draco rarely let Harry wash him because he lacked the patience for Harry's long, drawn out methods.

"Okay, but no funny business," Draco warned circling his arms around Harry's waist. "I'm spent until at least tomorrow morning! Understand?"

Well, there you have it! Hope it wasn't too dirty for you!

Lex, once again, Happy Birthday!

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