“what do you mean?”
with, drao rawled up to him and straddled his hips.
“otter spluttered. “you want to—” he broke off osefully rubbed his arse against his hard ok. “merlin, drao! you an’t ride me when this is your first time bottoming.”
“why not?” drao asked, urling his fingers arou.
“beause—beause—”
drao smirked as he guided potter’s hand to his bakside aainst his lips. “fihe i an or an’t do.”
potter made a sound that almost sounded like a sob.
“e on, finger me,” he whispered into his ear. he heard potter mumble the spell he had used to ohe lube in drao’s hand, aely shivered in antiipation. “oh!”
pers were tehey rubbed him. he heard potter mumble something else before he sudde a rush of magi shh him. ah, right, leansing aion. he gasped and losed his eyes when potter applied more pressure, sendiingle up his spine as he irled drao’s rim.
“how does it feel?” potter whispered, his voie raspy.
“it feels…good,” drao breathed, furrowing his brows. “oh!” he plunged forward, but aught himself on his elbows, when potter finally pushed a finger inside him.
“how does it feel now?” potter asked.
“it feels…” drao shivered. “it feels strange.”
“ge?”
“i don’t know.”
potter seemed to be waiting for drao to adjust, to whih he only snorted.
“otter said, sounding a little nervous.
“just…mer or something,” drao said.
“okay, but…tell me if it hurts.”
it didn’t, but he was almost sure it oint. he willed himself to rex, but he ould ohe unfamiliar sensation of potter’s slik filed s were sudde his olrbone. nie diversiohought with a grier ing and moaning against his skihrough him, and before he k, he found himself movihm er.
“oh, it feels good,” he breathed.
“bsp;i try addihink you’re ready.”
drao nodded, inhaling sharply whely bit down on his shoulder. “ah!”
“tell me wheoo muh,” potter murmured.
drao srunhed up his eyes, trying to blok out the uold potter to stop wheed moving his fi gasped instead when his whole body jerked aingle.
“oh! oh!”
“fuk, dra so good.”
drao pratially luer, dev him as though he was the air drao o breathe.
“i think i’m ready,” he panted, moving his hips suggestively.
“are you sure?” potter moaned. “you may think—ah!”
“i don’t are,” drao growled. he waited until potter slowly removed his fingers ao adjust himself.
“merlin, drao, hed. he ge of the way to oat his ok with more lube. “okay, whenever you’re ready,” he grinned. drao leao kiss him again, until they were both short of breath. after makier wasn’t grinniraightened himself and lifted his hips. he ed his hand around potter’s he had to bend in an aay to adjust himself. he did it as graefully as he ould, holding potter’s ok iried to lower himself on it.
“oh merlin,” proaing his head fall bak.
drao wihe tip of potter’s ok streth him a a sharp burn zing through him. it was unomfortable, but the tingling on his skin and the longing, oiling in his belly, were stronger. he lowered his hips as sloossible, fiing go of potter’s ok when he had fully ehe burion was bak, about ten times more i had been before.
“are you okay?” potter asked, hesitantly strh.
“just…give me a moment,” he roaked. he tried to orate e but satisfying feeling him up. he waited u safe enough to move, wiggling his hips experimentally.
“oh,” he ah eximed. that…wasn’t too bad. not bad at all, atually. he did it again, only this time, potter moved his hips as well.
“oh wow!”
the loer ihe more omfortable he felt. he still was exatly he osed to do, but he tried lifting his hips a himself plop down again.
“shit,” potter spluttered, grabbing drao’s hips. “oh merlin, do that again.”