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Harry stared at his year mate, his green gaze shrewd. Orion raised an eyebrow at the other boy as he took a sip of apple juice.
“You know, ‘Ri, you remind me of my godfather. And I can’t tell if that means I want to fuck my godfather or not, because I’d bend over and bear you an Heir anytime.”
Orion sputtered into his juice, putting it down sharply as he coughed into his napkin. He laid his head down on the table as he caught his breath, lungs clear of juice after a minute of coughing.
(In one of the Peverell houses, a man with curly black hair sneezed. His husband raised an eyebrow at him. "I think someone is talking about me. I hope it's positive.")
“Harry, what the hell are you on about?”
Said boy shrugged, “You look like my godfather. Have a trickster spirit like him too. Now, does that mean I want to fuck my godfather? Or does it mean that I’m truly just my mothers child, since my father is the same way?”
Orion took a deep breath, “You don’t talk about your parents much. It’s nice to hear about it.”
Harry smirked, green eyes flashing with unknown emotion, “Fuck me and I’ll tell you my whole life story.”
“Really? Is that all it’ll take?”
Harry shrugged, matching Orion’s teasing grin, “Okay, so a ring and a vow might also be needed for the deep stuff.”
Orion hummed in acknowledgment, quiet and calculated, before he reached into this pocket and placed a box on the table. The table around them went quiet; except for one voice that was hissing in anger.
Walburga Black.
Henry Ignotus Peverell was a Pureblood, as far anyone here was concerned. He preferred to go by Harry with his friends, of which there were many across all Hogwarts Houses. He kept his hair at his shoulders, the normally untamable mess weighed down with soft curls. His emerald green eyes weren’t hidden behind glasses, but his lashes were dark and thick. He had arrived quite suddenly in their 4th year, appearing outside of the gates with torn robes on Samhain night. Apparently his hometown had been attacked by Grindlewald, and he’d just barely survived. He found out a week later than his parents and godfathers had lived as well, which baffled Harry until memories swam past.
(Death had offered him a boon; his family was in on it. None of them knew how to act like a family unit but they’d figured it out fast.
Lily was furious that Death had taken away her Muggleborn status, but was appeased that her parents were both Muggleborns born from Squibs instead. As that meant that Harry was technically Pureblood. She found that funny.)
Harry’s first act was to stop Tom Riddle. He didn’t kill him but he did truly befriend him. They were best friends now and Tom was healing. He’d spent the last 3 summers with Harry and his family, but only one was as a friend. It was during the Yule of 5th year that Moony and Padfoot had asked if Tom would be okay with them adopting him, legally and magically. When asked about blood, they said that they didn’t wish to accidentally ruin his claim to his birth title.
He agreed and now Harry had a cousin and a best friend.
What Harry hadn’t planned on doing was falling for anyone important. So naturally he fell in love with Orion Black sometime during 6th year. Not that Orion minded, as he had been taken with Harry since the boy had appeared. He sat with him until this parents had arrived, comforted him when it was discovered that they all had lived. When Harry was sorted into Slytherin, Orion agreed to share his room with Harry.
Orion knew how Harry kept his trunk meticulously organized but his desk was a disaster. Orion knew how Harry used Sleekeazy’s to tame the curls at the end of his hair but that it never worked on the cowlicks at the top. Orion knew how Harry took his tea, his coffee, and that his favorite food in the world was treacle tart.
And Harry knew a lot about Orion too. Harry watched and bantered and flirted, not expecting anything back. Which led to now.
“I don’t know if you want to fuck your godfather, but you are more than welcome to fuck me once you accept.”
Walburga made another hissing noise and Tom rolled his eyes, casting a silencing hex at the girl before turning back to the spectacle happening in front of him; he was grinning along with his girlfriend Myrtle. Harry stared at the box, covered in deep red velvet, gaping like a fish out of water.
“Harry?” Orion’s voice was slightly worried, concerned he’d fucked up. Harry’s piercing green eyes snapped to his own topaz brown; Black’s had eyes like precious metals and gems. It only added to the idea that Harry belonged to him.
(The man at the Peverell house sneezed again, his own sliver eyes clenching shut before meeting the golden gaze of his husband, "We should take in a House Elf. This place is dusty.")
“Your marriage contract?”
Orion smirked, “Heard about that, did you? Had my grandfather make it null and void once I mentioned needing this for you. It wasn’t hard to get him to agree when he learned of your bloodlines. Not that I care but a boon regardless.”
Ah yes. His bloodlines. Peverell, thought extinct by marrying into the Potters. Gryffindor, the same. Pendragon, thanks to his mother, though he held no kingly power anymore. Ravenclaw, also thanks to his mother.
Harry copied Orion’s smirk, “A boon indeed,” he flipped the box open, eyes on Orion. He lifted the box up, turned away from him, but Orion knew what he meant. The Black Scion gently took Harry’s left hand and slid the ring on the correct finger. Harry still didn’t glance at it, smiling softly at Orion instead, “Does this mean I can finally tell you I love you?”
Orion flushed, rolling his eyes, “I love you too, Harry.”
Harry smiled, taking a bite of the pancakes in front of him. Orion smiled back.
Soon, the Great Hall was buzzing with activity and it was quickly known that Heir Henry Peverell had just agreed to marry Scion Orion Black.
They still had classes to get to, they still had other obligations that took up their time until their final Yule break. After three years of dancing around each other, they didn’t want to wait. They’d finalized bonding plans and contracts via Owl Post and meetings in Hogsmeade. Headmaster Dippet had been overly accommodating for them, happy to watch young love bloom; not even the meddling Transfiguration professor Albus Dumbledore could say anything, since a notoriously Dark family had allowed one of their own to marry into a Light family with no objections.
But who would turn down the chance to marry the Heir to two Founders houses? Even better that it was a Love Match.
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Finally, the time came for Harry and Orion to bind their souls together. They’d chosen the Winter Solstice, the longest night, to symbolize the new beginnings.
Harry looked like sin in dark blue, his suit was tailored to fit like a glove and his robes were fluttering around him elegantly. They shimmered like the night sky, decorated with sparkling gems that created the constellations in the night sky; mainly Orion, which shone the brightest on his back. He had magically grown his hair, so it brushed his shoulder blades and it was pinned back with more gems so his dark hair sparkled like the night sky as well. He looked every bit the Lord he would soon be.
Opposite him, Orion was purity. He wore robes of silver silk, delicate. His own dark brown hair was short but a diadem of goblin-wrought silver and black pearls sat upon his curls. Runes for happiness, longevity, and fertility were embroidered in black along the hems of his waistcoat and robes. His topaz eyes were lined with kohl.
They hadn’t discussed how traditional roles would apply to them, so seeing Orion in this place made Harry’s heart stutter. The Black Scion knew the power he held and knew what he was offering.
They made their way to the center of the ritual circle, standing across from each other with only a floating goblet holding an athame separating them. Harry looked at Orion like a god was standing in front of him, but his eyes darkened when Orion produced a small vial from his robes. Orion smirked as he knocked back the potion and Harry gave him a dark look.
Orion would now have to do the bonding ritual while going through the pain of his body rearranging itself to allow life to grow inside him.
It made Harry ache with want.
Orion expertly scooped up the athame, reciting his half of the vows as he made a slice across his palm. His words were slow, measured. He didn’t show a hint of pain beyond a light glaze to his eyes as he spoke. As he finished, he handed the athame to Harry and allowed his blood to fill half of the goblet. Harry followed his lead, reciting the vows and letting blood flow as his eyes stayed trained on Orion’s face.
He took Orion’s hand, licking up the wound as his magic washed over his soon-to-be husband. Orion kissed the edge of Harry’s cut in return, making the heir shiver as he felt the others magic. They recited the next part of the vows as they each used the athame to stir their blood in a figure eight, seven times each.
Harry lifted the goblet and offered it to Orion first. He accepted it, closing his eyes as he savored the metallic taste of their blood. Harry wiped a drop from Orion’s lips with his thumb, licking it off before he finished the goblet off with a hum of satisfaction.
A flash of gold surrounded them, warm like a mothers hug, and then they were flooded with the others emotions. Harry started to laugh uncontrollably and moved to Orion, sweeping him up into his arms and kissing him deeply. Orion moaned into the kiss, Harry’s touch dulling the pain he was in.
“Let me make you feel better, little prince.”
Orion nodded and felt the squeeze of Apparition before he found himself in a lavish room, decorated in rich golds, deep blues, and heavenly plush pillows and blankets. Instead of a traditional four-poster bed, there was a pit in the center with thick padding and built-in cushioning charms. Almost like a den or nest.
Harry gently placed him among the pillows and blankets, capturing his lips again. The kiss was more desperate, more feral, than the last. Harry ran his hands down Orion’s sides and every piece of clothing he touched disappeared. He made a disgruntled noise against Orion’s kiss-swollen lips and soon his own clothes were gone too; Harry sighed happily as he felt Orion’s bare skin. His lips trailed down Orion’s jaw, down his throat, captured his collarbones in piercing nips.
The entire time, he whispered adorations and love confessions against husbands skin. His hands came to grip his thighs, kneading the muscle.
Orion panted, his hands tangling in Harry’s hair. He felt the gems under his fingers as he pulled Harry closer, “Please, Harry. I want more.”
“Mmm I know, ‘Ri. I know,” Harry made his way down Orion’s body. He left a trail of bite marks, his possessive side purring as his eyes glowed with happiness. Painstakingly slowly, had Orion been asked, Harry finally settled between his thighs. He gently shouldered them apart before he groaned at the sight in front of him.
Orion was a solidly built man and his cock had been no different. They hadn’t had much time to explore, usually at night, but Harry had enjoyed the weight and heft on his tongue. Now, he sported a puffy pink cunt; it was untouched but already soaked with need. His mouth watered at the sight.
“Fuck, darling. If I ever thought your cock was pretty, then your cunt is gorgeous,” his voice didn’t go over a whisper, too husky and awed to speak louder. Orion whimpered as Harry gently spread his cunt open, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his clit. It made him gasp, the thrum of pleasure hiking up to an overwhelming amount. He was already begging before Harry began to fuck his cunt with his tongue but now he was gasping and whining his pleasure.
Strong hands wrapped around his thighs, holding Orion in place as he began to squirm from the pleasure. He wasn’t sure what Harry was doing, but he knew it felt amazing and he begged for more. He felt his tongue laving attention on his labia, moaned when he sucked on his clit, and cursed when his tongue thrust inside. It was too much and not enough.
“Ha-Harry… Please… Please, love. If you tease me anymore, I don’t think I can handle it. I feel like… like I’m melting. Harry~” he moaned wantonly, “I need you, husband mine.”
Harry looked up at him, eyes glowing in the low light. He smirked and placed a gentle kiss on Orion’s inner thigh, “Sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to tease.”
With practiced grace, Harry moved. He rose up on his knees, still between Orion’s thighs, and leaned down to kiss his husband. Orion had tasted himself on Harry’s tongue before, something bitter but not horrible; now, he tasted of musk and salt but still not unpleasant. One of Harry’s hands slipped between them as their tongues moved against each other, and Orion felt as his knuckles brushed against his sensitive lips before he felt Harry’s cockhead.
Orion whimpered into the kiss, tensing up without realizing it.
“Shh, it’s okay, love. Shall I go slowly?” Orion shook his hand, his breath coming out in soft pants. “Alright.”
Harry sounded amused and Orion’s pleasure-addled brain couldn’t figure out why until he felt Harry enter him. His cock didn’t stop until their hips were flush to each other. Orion’s eyes rolled back and he dug his nails into Harry’s shoulders as he gasped, his lungs refusing to take in air while pleasure overloaded all of his senses. Harry didn’t move, just placed gentle kisses on every bit of skin he could as he waited for Orion to come back to his senses.
Orion whimpered as he came back slowly, his cunt pulsing around Harry’s cock. His face was pressed into Harry’s shoulder and he nosed at the skin there, giving it soft kisses. Harry took that for the permission it was and moved slowly, dragging his cock out carefully then rolling his hips so it pushed in just as slowly. It made all the pleasant spots inside Orion light up and teased him just as much.
“Faster,” he attempted to buck his hips up to meet Harry but the older man held his hips down with a smirk.
“Faster?” Harry leaned back, one hand sliding from Orion’s hip to his lower abdomen. He pressed down as his hips sped up; Orion saw stars and he swore violently.
His back arched and he clawed at Harry’s chest. The pleasure he felt before was nothing compared to the blaze building inside him now. It was like a wet pressure was building in his cunt, and he heard as Harry’s thrusts got louder from how wet he was. Orion tried to find the words for how he was feeling when Harry shifted and hit a spot inside him that made Orion unravel.
No warning, not a sound made, just his cunt clenching around Harry’s cock as if it didn’t want it to leave before relaxing and Orion felt wetness spread below him. His body collapsed back onto the bed, his muscles refusing to work as Harry gave a few more sharp thrusts before his cock slid all the way in and stayed. Harry gasped as he came deep inside his husband, his orgasm powerful and longer than normal. He pressed messy kisses to Orion’s skin as he waited for his cock to soften.
His husband was taking in air in gulps, his breaths shaky. Black pupils overwhelmed topaz, leaving it a golden ring. Harry felt pride at reducing his love to such a state, even as his own body was trembling.
“I love you,” he whispered softly.
Orion made a shaky noise, “I love you too.”
Harry felt himself soften and gently pulled away. Luckily, Orion was aroused before Harry entered him, so there was no blood; but their combined cum leaked out of him slowly. Harry twitched and he groaned, no energy left for another round; with a wave of his hand, they were both cleaned up with the bed dry. He settled beside Orion and pulled him against his chest; he couldn’t settle cutely beneath Harry’s chin since they were nearly the same height, but Harry could bury his face in Orion’s nape. He pressed lazy kisses there, feeling his sweet husband relax until he eventually fell asleep.
Harry stayed awake only a moment longer, thinking about how much his life had changed and how much happier he was.
He tried to not dwell on how he had just fucked his godfathers dad into unconsciousness, but he did snort quietly to himself. Orion stirred lightly and Harry kissed him back to sleep, before snuggling close and joining him.
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Harry woke the next morning to whines and hissed curses. He smirked and pulled the wake body beside him closer, “Good morning to you too.”
Orion shot him a glare over his shoulder, “Heathen.”
Harry laughed gently, and held up a hand; a potion floated over and he handed it to his husband, “Sorry, love. I’ll be more gentle next time,” he pressed a soft kiss to Orion’s cheek. With another wave of his hand, they heard the running water from the bathroom. Orion hummed as he took the potion, body relaxing. “How does a hot bath sound?”
Orion hummed happily, “Carry me?”
“Of course, darling,” Harry stood, then leaned down, scooping Orion into a classic princess hold. The older man blushed and laughed, but snuggled into his husband. Harry kissed Orion’s forehead as he moved them to the bathroom. A sunken tub was in the middle of the tiled room, emitting a gentle aroma of lavender and eucalyptus from the steam.
Orion groaned as he was lowered into the warm water, his muscles relaxing, “You can be forgiven after this.”
Harry chuckled and slid in the water next to his husband, “Oh, thank Merlin. I’d hate to sleep on the couch after only one night of marriage.”
Orion smirked.
“Can I wash your hair?”
Orion nodded and gentle fingers made their way into his hair. He felt his husband work the shampoo into a lather, then gently rinse it out, and apply conditioner. Harry let it sit, washing his husband’s body slowly and carefully before rinsing the conditioner out then Orion’s body.
A soft kiss was pressed behind Orion’s ear and he melted into Harry. He loved this man so much. Orion looked up into shining green eyes, his own topaz softened as he gazed upon his husband.
“So, do you really wanna know all my secrets?”
Orion laughed, forgetting that Harry had said he’d tell him everything after they were married. He nodded anyway, “If you want to tell me, I’ll listen.”
“Well, it started with a boy named Tom Riddle, who broke his soul into so many pieces that he went after an infant. It cost him everything.”
Orion gasped, looking at Harry with alarm. Harry nodded solemnly, and Orion settled into his side to listen as Henry Ignotus Peverell told him the story of Harry James Potter.