Draco pushed up his reading glasses and sat back against the headboard. He tore open another letter and snorted a laugh.

Harry brought tea on a tray over to the bed and set it gingerly near Draco's pile of letters. His hair was now more silver than black and his lenses almost as bad as Trelawney's had been back in his Hogwarts days. "What's so funny?"

"It's from Scorpius," said his husband. He continued to read as if Harry could read his mind. As if Harry had ever been able to. He smiled at Draco, gazing at the well-loved face, the laugh lines at his eyes, the lines scoring either side of his still delectable mouth. "He and Rose took that Muggle ski trip to Norway."[1]

Harry began to fix Draco a cup. "No! They didn't!"

"Says so in black and white. Oh. And Ophelia is pregnant again. We'll be great-grandfathers a second time by late spring."

"Excellent!"

Draco lowered the letter and looked up at Harry. "You never get tired of it, do you?"

"Hmm? What's that?"

"I say, Potter, you never get tired of it."

"Get tired of what?"

Draco took the cup and saucer offered. "Get tired of adding to your outrageously growing family. How many grandchildren do we have at this point?"

"Mmm." Harry took a sip of tea. He smacked his lips. "Can't remember. Give me a moment."

"But that's my point."

Harry chuckled. "Well Draco, I can't very well tell them to stop…you know."

"Gods, Potter. Even after all these years you still can't say it?"

"Sex! Okay?" He smirked at his husband and took another sip.

Draco sat back and glanced at all the letters. "I'm too tired to look at all these now. How did they pile up anyway?"

"Because you keep shoving them aside saying you're too tired to look at them."

"Are these from all our children?"

"And grandchildren."

"Can any of the great-grandchildren write yet?"

"Dunno." Harry took a biscuit from the tray but Draco snatched it out of his hand.

"You know what the medi-witch said."

"Can't I have just one?"

"You probably had three bringing up the tray."

Harry smiled sheepishly but said nothing.

"Why don't you let Kreacher or one of the other house-elves do that? You're too old to be carrying trays upstairs."

"Draco! I am not too old. I'm only 86! That's half as old as Dumbledore when he…you know." He glanced at Draco. Even after all these years, Draco was still sensitive about the night Dumbledore died.

But Draco only pouted a little. "I know, but let's face it. We aren't as young as we used to be."

Harry slid the tray out of the way and sidled up to Draco. "But we're not too old to fool around."

Draco's smirk had never changed. Harry was a great admirer of the Malfoy smirk these days. "You are seriously entertaining the idea of sex? When was the last time you got it up, Potter?"

Harry got out his wand. "I've learned a new spell. Watch and learn, Malfoy." Harry swished the wand in the air over his groin. "Windgardium Levitra!" As he watched, his flaccid cock slowly rose, pushing out the seams in his trousers.

Draco stared at it wide-eyed. "Brilliant, Potter. Finally. You've learned something useful."

"Want to take it out for a test drive?"

"A what?"

Harry leaned over and nuzzled Draco's ear. "Want to give it a go? Are you feeling frisky, Malfoy? You're still the sexiest thing on two legs, sweetheart."

Draco shivered. "You know I melt when you call me that."

"That's because you are my sweetheart and always will be." He kissed the ear and suckled his ear lobe. Draco half-sighed, half-groaned. "You were always so randy, too."

"Look who's talking. In all our years together, I've only topped a handful of times."

"That's because," said Harry to Draco's neck-skin perhaps not as smooth as it used to be. "You are such a perfect bottom. And you've got one, too, by the way. A perfect bottom, that is."

Draco smirked again and turned his arse toward Harry, pulling down his pyjama bottoms. "You mean…this?"

Two perfect, white orbs peeked over the pyjama waistband. Harry smiled and shook his head. "Oh yes. That. Gorgeous. I may have to lick it."

Draco shoved his hand down the front of his bottoms and worked at his cock, getting it harder with each pull and stroke. "You may have to."

"Then turn over, sweetheart. Give daddy a good view."

Draco slipped his bottoms off completely and turned onto his stomach right over all the parchments laid out on the bed, jutting his arse into the air. Harry's hands were all over them, smoothing over the white flesh, thumbs dipping sensuously into the crack. "You have the most spectacular bum, Draco Malfoy…."

"Less talk, Potter. More licking."

"Impatient bastard," he muttered, his nose running over the curve of his buttock. He lapped at one cheek close to Draco's crack, and Harry heard him moan. There was no sweeter sound in all the world than one of Draco's moans. Harry dug his fingers in and spread him wide. That pink hole winked back at him and Harry smiled. Gently, tenderly, he flicked his tongue at it just once. Draco had never failed to raise his hips and make a drawn out moan the first time Harry licked him and he didn't fail him now.

"Oh Haaarrryy!"

"Like that, don't you." He made little flicking touches until Draco was wriggling uncontrollably and then he laid his tongue against that pink furl and licked it hard, stabbing his tongue into the tight muscle, still tight after all these years of shagging. He swirled his tongue all around that rosette and Draco humped the mattress, moaning Harry's name and bobbing his arse up and down.

Harry kissed it and leaned back. "Want me to fuck you, Draco?"

"Mmmm. Yes, Harry! Please. Please now!"

Staccato sentences. Draco wasn't going to last long. Harry shifted upwards and slipped his trousers and pants off. The lubing spell was second nature: nonverbal and wandless. He grabbed Draco's buttocks and shoved forward, sinking his meaty erection hard into Draco's waiting arse. Draco stumbled forward but exhaled a long groan of pleasure. He wriggled his bottom up into Harry's groin and Harry obliged him by fucking forward, gripping Draco's hips almost too tightly.

"You want this, don't you? You crave it, don't you?" he panted above his lover, his husband.

Draco replied in gasping gusts of breath: "Yes…yes…God yes!"

"Oh Draco. You're so beautiful. You feel so good. I love you so much!"

"Harry! I love you! You're so strong and sexy. You're so…so…mine!"

"So yours!"

They fell silent except for grunting as Harry got down to the business of fucking Draco into the mattress. Draco pushed back, swinging his hips at the same time, groaning louder with each thrust in.

"Harry…Harry…gonna come-"

"Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over this fucking bed!"

And with that, Draco did, hissing his breath through his teeth as he pumped into nothing, shooting his load below him into the jumbled sheets. His anus squeezed down on Harry's cock-that hot, velvety warmth that Harry so adored-and pulled the orgasm right out of him. He flicked his hips into Draco's arse several times as his seed shot high and deep into the man he loved, until there was no more to give. He froze in place, arched above his husband, just holding his hips, head thrown back, eyes closed.

He breathed, slowing his heartbeat. The warm glow overtook him, and he leaned on Draco's now prone body before finally succumbing to lethargy and lying fully on top of him, his cock slipping out with a generous amount of cum.

He blew a breath into the nape of Draco's neck. "Now that's…the way we used to do it, old man."

"Who…are you calling…an old man?" wheezed Draco.

"Us. That took everything out of me."

"I know. It's now in my arse."

He swatted that fleshy behind and was pleased with the answering yelp. "I can't use that spell too often you know."

"I know. I haven't got the strength for it. But it's nice to know we still got it."

Harry kissed the back of the man's neck and slipped to the side, dragging Draco over to face him. Draco lay on the pillow and looked into his love's eyes. He reached up and put his arm around Harry's shoulder. He kissed his chin. "You've still got it, Potter. You're still the sexiest hero on record."

He smiled. "Gee. Thanks, Malfoy." He kissed those coral lips. They curved into a smile under his touch.

Draco brushed a silver lock from Harry's lined face, the lightening bolt scar still visible though considerably faded. "I love you, you know. Every moment of every day."

Harry's smile turned to a tender one. "I know. I love you the same way. You'd think things would have cooled down between us over the years."

Draco shook his head into the pillow. "Not a chance. Not with you. You're dead sexy, Mr. Potter. You always have been. Even in my adolescent wet dreams."

"You don't still dream that, do you?"

"The hell I don't. Why do you suppose I wake up with a smile?"

Harry twined his arms around him and dragged the man into his chest, holding him gently. "I wake up with a smile because I can hardly wait to be with you again."

"You are so full of sentimental tripe, you know that?"

"Yeah. And you love it."

Draco snuggled into the grey hair on Harry's chest. "Yeah. I do."

Harry and Draco held each other tightly as they dozed. There was no better way to spend their Sundays, after all.

The End

A note from Mystwriter
    And so. This pretty much marks the end of my HP career. I guess one should never say never, but at this point, with the site going down for good only a month and a half away, it's a pretty good bet. I've enjoyed it immensely. I've made some lovely friends. Thank you all so much for stopping by.
Mystwriter

[1] That's for Heidi.


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