never in a million years would drao have thought he would basially fuk harry potter with his mouth. fuk, this was exiting!
“drao, do it now, fuk me!”
&her of merlin!
“drao!”
drao pulled bak, trying to fous his blurry eyes on potter’s fae. merlin, the way he was looking at him se wave h him.
&er said huskily, motioning for him to ome led, sliding forward oheir thighs were touhing. “hold out your hand.” drao did and flinhed whe something old a in his haer said.
&his was it, wasn’t it?
“e on, drao, i want your ok inside me. now!”
drao let out a shudderih before he ed his hand around his ok ah lube.
“ah.” potter let out another moan as he spread his legs wider. this was so muh better than drao had imagined. slowly, he bent down his ok aip agairane. “merlin, yes! yes!”
“oh fuk!” drao squeezed his eyes shut as he slowly pushed his ok inside. he paused halfway through, his head swimming. “are you okay?” he asked, shooting potter a worried look.
“i will be when i an feel yainst my arse.”
rabbed both his forearms and pulled him down into a kiss, oly pulling drao’s ok deeper inside.
“yes,” he hissed, his hands flying down to drao’s arse to push him deeper still.
“oh!” drao tried to hold still. this was bl. if he wasn’t areful, he would ome any seond.
“do you need a moment?” painst his lips. his toeasing. drao sowled at him. “that’s okay,” potter said, brushiogether. “think about…i don’t know…parkinson. naked.”
drahing, whih defi helping; he lenhed every musle in his body to keep himself from moving.
“my bad,” phed. oh, merliially shaking with ughter. shit!
“potter, please stop ughing,” drao moaing his forehead drop down to potter’s.
“hmmm, i like your voie like this. low and husky,” potter breathed. drao bit bak another moan, huffier sniggered.
“i hate you,” he grumbled.
“sure you do,” potter retave drao’s arse another squeeze, making him flinh. “it’s okay, you know. i didn’t st long my first time, either.”
drao searhed his eyes, but all he found there was warmth and tenderter would defih of him.
still nervous, but a little more reassured, he slowly started moving.
“oh, yes,” phed, arhing his bak. drao buried his fae in the rook of his nek, his ok pulsing feverishly. “ah, drao! ah! harder, do it harder!” drao shivered at these words. he propped himself up on his elbows and lifted his hips, pulling almost all the way out. whe bak in, stars exploded in front of his eyes. this —was —just —oh! —bloody —fan —tasti! he tried to adapt to the rhythm pesting by squeezing his arse. “merlin, yes, yes.”
“are you lose?” drao blurted.
&er hissed in response.
“bsp;you hold off?”
“what?”
“i want to know what it’s like.” he pushed iing bak a groan. “i want to know how it feels to have you inside me.”
“now?” potter spluttered.
“yes,” drao groaned.
it only took three more thrusts before every musle in his body lenhed.
“oh fuk. we have to do it quikly, otherwise—”
it t in him not to thrust intain. slowly, he pulled out his ok and sat bak on his heels.
“so…do i lie on my bak now?” he asked, stupidly.
“if you otter said, panting furiously. “i think it would be easier for you, though, if you…if you were on your hands and knees.”
“no,” drao said promptly. “i wa was the seohis, and, surprisi feel as embarrassed about it as he thought he would have.
& his lip, his eyes darting down to his stomah. was he seriously still worried about that? was there a way for drao to take his mind off ely eer so inseure only made drao feel bolder.
“bsp;we stay like this?” he asked.