Day 14 – Pregnancy Sex
The bedroom at Malfoy Manor was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the fireplace, the light flickering across the elegant furnishings and casting long shadows over the bed. Harry lay back against the plush pillows, his body swollen with the weight of the pregnancy. His hand absentmindedly rubbed over his large, rounded belly, feeling the familiar movement of their baby shifting inside him.
The pregnancy had been a surprise for both of them, but now, as Harry neared the end, Draco had been doting on him more than ever. It was a side of Draco that Harry had rarely seen before—a tenderness, a protectiveness that came with the knowledge that their child was growing inside Harry.
Draco, however, hadn't been able to keep his hands off Harry lately. The sight of Harry pregnant with his child, the knowledge that Harry was carrying a part of him, had awakened a primal desire in him. Even now, as he stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes dark with want, he couldn't tear his gaze away from Harry's swollen form.
"You're beautiful like this, you know," Draco murmured, his voice low and full of admiration as he slowly undressed, his gaze never leaving Harry's body.
Harry flushed, a small smile tugging at his lips as he shifted slightly, his belly heavy and making every movement feel slow and deliberate. "You've said that every day for the past few months," he teased, though there was a warmth in his voice that showed just how much Draco's words meant to him.
Draco smirked, leaning down over the bed as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Harry's belly. His hand slid over the stretched skin, feeling the slight movement beneath his palm as their baby kicked in response. "And I'll keep saying it," Draco muttered, his voice full of reverence as he trailed kisses up Harry's body, pausing at his lips to capture them in a slow, deep kiss. "You're carrying our child, Harry. I can't get enough of you."
Harry's breath hitched at the feel of Draco's lips on his, his body already responding to the gentle touch, the heat building between them. The pregnancy had made him more sensitive, more attuned to Draco's touch, and every brush of Draco's fingers over his skin sent a shiver down his spine.
"I want you," Harry whispered, his voice soft but filled with need as he shifted beneath Draco. His belly pressed between them, but that didn't stop the desire that was building inside him. "I've wanted you all day."
Draco's eyes darkened with lust as he pulled back slightly, his hand sliding up to cup Harry's face, his thumb brushing gently over his cheek. "Are you sure you're comfortable?" Draco asked softly, his voice full of concern despite the obvious arousal in his gaze. "I don't want to hurt you or the baby."
Harry's lips curled into a soft smile, his hand reaching up to rest on top of Draco's. "I'm fine, Draco," he reassured him, his voice warm. "We've done this before, haven't we?"
Draco's eyes flickered with relief, and he nodded, his lips curling into a small smirk as his hand slid down Harry's body, brushing over the sensitive skin of his belly before resting on his thighs. "Alright," Draco muttered, his voice low and rough with desire as he gently spread Harry's legs, his fingers brushing over the soft skin. "Let me take care of you."
Harry's breath hitched as Draco's hands slid lower, his touch light but deliberate as he moved down the bed, positioning himself between Harry's legs. The sight of Draco there, so focused, so careful, made Harry's heart race with anticipation. Despite the size of his belly, the heaviness of the pregnancy, his body responded eagerly to Draco's touch, the heat pooling low in his belly.
Draco's fingers brushed over Harry's entrance, teasing him, making Harry shiver with need. "You're already so wet," Draco murmured, his voice full of dark amusement as he pressed a soft kiss to the inside of Harry's thigh. "I guess being pregnant hasn't slowed your appetite."
Harry let out a breathless laugh, his head falling back against the pillows as he arched into Draco's touch, his body trembling with the need for more. "You're the one who did this to me," Harry muttered, though there was no real accusation in his tone. His voice was thick with arousal. "So you'd better take responsibility."
Draco's smirk widened as he slid two fingers inside Harry, the slick heat welcoming him easily. "I plan to," Draco whispered, his fingers moving slowly, teasingly, as he worked Harry open with careful, deliberate strokes. "But I think you like being in this condition, Potter."
Harry's breath hitched as Draco's fingers pressed deeper, brushing against that perfect spot inside him that made his entire body tense with pleasure. "Fuck, Draco," Harry gasped, his hands gripping the sheets as his hips bucked forward, desperate for more. "Stop teasing."
Draco chuckled, his lips brushing over the soft skin of Harry's inner thigh as his fingers moved faster, his touch more insistent now. "I'm not teasing," Draco muttered, his voice full of wicked amusement as he watched Harry fall apart beneath him. "I'm preparing you."
Harry groaned, his body trembling with the intensity of Draco's touch, the heat building inside him with every deliberate movement. His hands slid down to grip Draco's shoulders, pulling him closer as his breath came in short, shallow bursts. "Please," Harry gasped, his voice thick with desperation. "I need you."
Draco's eyes darkened with desire at Harry's plea, and he quickly removed his fingers, positioning himself between Harry's legs. He lined himself up with Harry's entrance, his cock already hard and aching with need. But before he pushed inside, he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Harry's lips.
"Tell me if it's too much," Draco whispered against Harry's mouth, his voice filled with both concern and desire.
Harry nodded, his heart racing with anticipation as Draco slowly pressed forward, sinking into him with one smooth, deliberate movement. The sensation of being filled, of Draco's cock stretching him, sent a shudder of pleasure through Harry's body, and he gasped, his hands gripping Draco's shoulders tightly as he arched into the touch.
"Fuck—Draco," Harry gasped, his voice breathless as Draco filled him completely, the pressure of his large belly only heightening the sensation. "You feel so good."
Draco groaned softly, his hands gripping Harry's hips as he began to move, his thrusts slow and careful, making sure not to press too hard against Harry's swollen belly. "You're perfect like this," Draco muttered, his voice thick with arousal as he thrust deeper, the sensation of Harry's tight heat making it impossible to hold back. "You're carrying our child—fuck—you're mine."
Harry's breath came in short, ragged gasps as Draco's thrusts grew harder, more insistent. His body trembled with the intensity of the pleasure, the weight of the pregnancy only adding to the feeling of being so completely filled. "I'm yours, Draco," Harry gasped, his voice trembling with the force of his arousal. "Always yours."
Draco's eyes darkened with desire at Harry's words, and his pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with each thrust, driving deeper into Harry's body. The soft slap of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and the quiet moans that escaped Harry's lips.
"You're going to come for me," Draco growled softly, his hands sliding down to grip Harry's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. "I want to see you fall apart."
Harry's body tensed at Draco's words, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. The weight of his belly, the pressure of Draco's cock inside him, the heat between them—it all came crashing down at once, and with a loud, broken moan, Harry came, his release spilling over Draco's hand as his entire body shuddered with the intensity of it.
Draco followed soon after, his own release hitting him with a force that left him breathless. He buried himself deep inside Harry, his cock pulsing as he came, filling Harry completely. His hands tightened on Harry's hips, his entire body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, both of them panting, their bodies trembling with the aftermath of their release. Harry's hand rested protectively on his belly, and Draco's eyes softened as he looked down at Harry, the realization that their child was growing inside him only adding to the intensity of the moment.
Draco leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Harry's lips before whispering, "I love you."
Harry smiled, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion but full of warmth as he whispered back, "I love you too."