“i’ve had dreams about this,” drao blurted before he ould stop himself. “merlier, let me do it.”
“you had dreams ab me?”
ah, so that as alled.
“i had dreams about you doing it to me. a bloody amazing. that’s how i want to make you feel.”
drao bit his lip while potter just kept gawking at him. in fat, he looked like a dementor had just suked out his soul. great, he thought, i broke harry potter.
“um…if you do—”
“are you fuking kiddier burst out. “of ourse i—” he made an i sound that made drao’s heart skip a beat. “but, um, drao, that’s—are you sure?”
“yes?”
“really?”
“no?”
“look, you doo impress me, i—”
“that’s not what i’m doing,” drao said, suddenly feeliubborn hild. “i just —i’m not sure…how…”
“how it works?”
in spite of his embarrassment, drao nodded.
“well, i’d be happy tuinea pig.”
“my what?”
phed, shaking his head. “you an do whatever you want to me.”
&hihrough drao as these words ehoed in his mind. you an do whatever you wa mother of merlin!
“okay, um…” drao hated that he was so nervous. he hated that potter was more experiehan him. but the loer’s gaze, the more rexed he felt. “so…in my dream, you were behind me and, err…i was…bent over.”
purgling sound in the bak of his throat. it eo keep going.
“i want to see your fae, though. bsp;we do it while you’re on your bak?”
with, prabbed ohe bigger pillows a uhe small of his bak.
“ah,” drao said. well, there was his a…is that omfortable for you?”
“do i look unomfortable?” potter retorted sided smile.
“you look…” drao let out a shudderih and slowly leaned f a hand on his thigh. ps were still spread, his ok and his arse on full dispy. holy, it was the hottest thing drao had ever id eyes oer tremble wheed stroking his thigh and his stomah immediately flipped. he otter tremble. fuk. yes, he wao tremble; he wao pant and moan and writhe beh him.
l his head, he started peppering potter’s ihigh with kisses, gently brushing his fingers against the inside of his kied with great satisfation that p was beoming more shallow the o his ok. when he reahed his groio be a bit more experimental.
“merlin,” potter eximed as drao pressed the ft of his to it and liked his wards. his heek brushed against potter’s ok ale bk hairs led arouo think of all the thieased him with, a smirk f on his fae. he pursed his lips aly blew oip of potter’s ok. “ah!” potter’s hips jerked, and drao took the opportunity distrated to settle himself properly between his legs. he felt his pulse hammering against his olrboared at potter’s arse. what if he did something otter did? he desperately tried to think what he would enjoy if the roles were reversed. tentatively, he leaned forward ahing at potter’s balls. “oh, shit!”
okay, apparently that hadoo bad. he gently suked ohem, until potter was squirming s his arm around his thigh to keep him in pe.
“are you sure you havehis before?” potter panted. drao griisfation. still, he ouldhe nerv down on him as he kissed potter’s heeks, slowly but surely moving towards his left. “otter suddehed. drao stiffeed his head aer’s fae; he was flushed and murmurihing under his breath. “sing aion harms,” he said after a moment. oh, thank merlin! so drao hadhing wro.
he awkwardly resumed kissing potter’s heeks aly brought a fio his left. slowly, he dragged his fiip aloh and shivered whe a deep moaaiermination, he slowly leaned fored his fih his tongue.
“fuk,” potter almost yelled. drao did it agaihe ft of his to potter’s rim. but what nht hard, uo move his tongue like he did whei ouldht? “oh fuk, drao!”
drao’s ok twithed at hearing his name in suh a breathy way. it made him bolder, prompted him to twist his tohis way and that before he losed his mouth around the pukered skin ao suk.
“ah! drao,” potter eximed.
drao marveled at the sensation of potter’s rim flutteriohe tip to draw irles arouing all kinds of filthy and deliious sounds from potter, whih, iurn, had his and leaking.
“merlin, drao, please,” proaers, i do please—”
wait…what?
“you—” drao pulled bak, suddenly realising how lightheaded he was. sazar, he should have ome up for air sooner. “you—you wao push my tongue inside you?”
“ers, i do need—ah!”
drao dove bak in, his to every flutter of potter’s rim. this was m thahought. he resumed drawih his toil potter let out suh a desperate mht he was going to implode. but, fuk, he had he was doi pounding ieried to push the tip of his to potter’s entra