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There were screams of laughter and glee around him and Draco sighed in contentment as he sat and watched Harry and their children splash and play around in the enormous pool behind the mansion.
Five year old James and four year old Sirius were taking turns in jumping off the diving board and landing with a huge splash in the centre of the pool, while two and a half year old twins Lily and Narcissa squealed in laughter as they were splattered with water. Harry held both little girls under one arm each and was laughing at the way Sirius ended up slipping off the wet diving board and fell into the pool with a yelp, James booing his brother and teasingly imitating him.
Six month old Lucia in Draco’s arms finally pulled her little mouth off his nipple and so Draco lifted her up to his shoulder, rubbing her back to gently coax out a burp, smoothing her dark blonde curls down with his fingers. Harry looked around at him from the pool and Draco smiled, his belly fluttering at the way his husband openly eyed Draco’s bare chest.
Blushing and adjusting the towel to cover his swollen breasts, Draco looked up just in time to see Ron and Hermione walk in, their two year old daughter Rose perched on Hermione’s hip. Ron was already wearing his swimming trunks, taking a running start and diving into the pool with a giant splash, making all the kids scream in glee, Harry laughing loudly along with them.
Both Ron and Hermione waved at Draco who’s sitting under a huge umbrella at a safe distance from the pool and holding Lucia with one hand, Draco smiled and waved back. Hermione carefully handed Rose over to Ron and lowered down to sit at the edge of the pool, happily accepting the twins from Harry as he got out.
Grabbing a towel and drying his hair with it, Harry walked over to Draco, grinning lazily at him, his eyes shining. Lucia was already asleep and Draco got up carefully to lower her into her little portable crib, covering only her little feet as the sun was high and the weather nice and warm.
“We’re missing you in there,” Harry said softly, pulling Draco close and immediately jerking the towel of Draco’s chest so he can touch his soft breasts, covering his small body with his own huge, beefy one so the others couldn’t see.
Blushing even darker, Draco couldn’t hold back a soft moan as Harry plays with his tender nipples, milk still oozing out of the one Lucia fed from. “Next time, I’ll join you all,” Draco promised, rising onto tip toes and kissing Harry eagerly. Through Harry’s wet swimming trunks, he can feel his large cock start to respond.
“Can’t wait for tonight,” Harry murmured into Draco’s ear, pushing his hands into Draco’s swimming trunks and grabbing his butt, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh. Draco moaned again, pressing close to Harry as he finds Draco’s hold with one finger and pushes it inside.
“Harry, not here,” Draco whispered with a shiver, clenching around the thick finger, his channel already flooded with thick, sweet slick.
“Just wanted a quick taste,” Harry teased him, pulling his finger out and licking Draco’s juices off, humming at the taste of his honey slick. “Is the little one asleep?” he asked, looking at Lucia sleeping peacefully in her crib.
“She’s out,” Draco nodded, smiling at their newest daughter. “She’s hardly any trouble compared to the twins.”
“They aren’t that troublesome anymore,” Harry laughed, stroking Draco’s face with both hands. “They’re absolute angels now. And so beautiful, just like you.”
“Don’t flatter me,” Draco said with a sly smile. “We are already married and I already spread my legs for you every night.”
“I will never stop reminding you how beautiful you are,” Harry said with a warm smile. “You are the most important thing in my life aside from our children. And everyday I thank the gods for bringing you to me. And you’re the most beautiful thing to exist so why shouldn’t I remind you, hmm?”
“Such a charming man, your father,” Draco softly said to Lucia, laughing softly but kissing Harry back.
That night, with the kids finally asleep in bed, Draco had to be extra careful not to scream or moan out loud. Lucia was asleep in her crib next to their bed as usual but with Harry between his legs, it was a real challenge keeping his voice down.
After the twins were born, Draco’s natal aperture never did close. Snape informed them that it would likely remain open until Draco’s phase of peak fertility was over. This meant that they could conceive even more easily than earlier and so Snape also provided them with a number of contraceptive potions. Lucia was the result of a slip up during a particularly strong heat Draco had.
Harry now absolutely loved going down on Draco everywhere. He was currently sucking and licking into Draco’s aperture, mindless of the fact that Draco had already come twice. He had three fingers inside Draco’s gushing arse and his tongue was pushed as deep into his soft and wet aperture, just as sweet as his arse.
“Harry!” Draco whispered in ecstasy, thrashing and tugging on his hair, his small, naked body shining with sweat. He was softer now, the result of five children, but still tiny and pliable in Harry’s hands, his small waist easily fitting within Harry’s hands.
“Baby, I need you,” Draco moaned softly, his aperture throbbing with the need to be filled.
Thankfully, Harry didn’t tease much longer, lifting up and pushing his huge erection into Draco’s aperture in one slick slide, their mouths meeting in a long, desperate kiss that didn’t end until Draco is twitching again, coming hard around Harry’s cock.
Pulling out, Harry flipped him over with a small, wicked smile and Draco hurriedly muffled his scream of pleasure as Harry thrust into his arse roughly, holding Draco by the hips and fucking him as hard as possible. Draco moaned and squirmed, his breasts bouncing with each thrust, his arse and aperture both clenching and leaking copiously.
“So fucking gorgeous, precious,” Harry murmured, licking along Draco’s neck. “Going to come inside this perfect arse. Fill you up so good, Draco.”
“Please, Harry,” Draco moaned. “Do it, please do it! Fill me up, baby--”
When Harry finally came, roughly knotting Draco and fucking him with it, Draco simply melted into a puddle of bliss, his arse fluttering as he lay there in what felt like an endless orgasm. Harry held him with both arms, kissing and licking his neck as they talked in whispers about their children.
By the time Harry’s knot softens and he pulled out, they’re both drowsy and almost half asleep. Sealing his mouth around one of Draco’s nipples Harry suckled gently, Draco sighing and caressing his hair, both of them drawing immense comfort from this little nightly ritual of theirs, one they’d indulged in since James was born.
When Harry has had his fill, he comes back up and spoons Draco’s small body, holding him close.
“Mine,” Harry murmured into Draco’s ear, kissing him under it.
Draco wound his fingers through Harry’s, their wedding rings shining under the moonlight from the window. “Ours,” he murmured back.
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