“I’vehaddreamsaboutthis,”Draoblurtedbeforeheouldstophimself.“Merlin,please,Potter,letmedoit.”

“Youhaddreamsaboutrimmingme?”

Ah,sothatwaswhatitwasalled.

“Ihaddreamsaboutyoudoingittome.Anditfeltbloodyamazing.That’showIwanttomakeyoufeel.”

DraobithislipwhilePotterjustkeptgawkingathim.Infat,helookedlikeaDementorhadjustsukedouthissoul.Great,hethought,IbrokeHarryPotter.

“Um…Ifyoudon’tlikethat—”

“Areyoufukingkiddingme?”Potterburstout.“OfourseI—”HemadeanisoundthatmadeDrao’sheartskipabeat.“But,um,Drao,that’s—Areyousure?”

“Yes?”

“Really?”

“No?”

“Look,youdon’thavetotrytoimpressme,I—”

“That’snotwhatI’mdoing,”Draosaid,suddenlyfeelinglikeastubbornhild.“Ijust—I’mnotsure…how…”

“Howitworks?”

Inspiteofhisembarrassment,Draonodded.

“Well,I’dbehappytobeyourguineapig.”

“Mywhat?”

Potterughed,shakinghishead.“Youandowhateveryouwanttome.”

SomethingsoursedthroughDraoasthesewordsehoedinhismind.Youandowhateveryouwanttome.SweetMotherofMerlin!

“Okay,um…”Draohatedthathewassonervous.HehatedthatPotterwasmoreexperienedthanhim.ButthelongerheheldPotter’sgaze,themorerexedhefelt.“So…inmydream,youwerebehindmeand,err…Iwas…bentover.”

Pottermadeagurglingsoundinthebakofhisthroat.ItenedDraotokeepgoing.

“Iwanttoseeyourfae,though.bsp;wedoitwhileyou’reonyourbak?”

Withoutanswering,Pottergrabbedoneofthebiggerpillowsandshoveditunderthesmallofhisbak.

“Ah,”Draosaid.Well,therewashisanswer.“But…isthatomfortableforyou?”

“DoIlookunomfortable?”Potterretortedwithalopsidedsmile.

“Youlook…”Draoletoutashudderingbreathandslowlyleanedforward,pingahandonhisthigh.Potter’slegswerestillspread,hisokandhisarseonfulldispy.Holy,itwasthehottestthingDraohadeverideyeson.HefeltPottertremblewhenhestartedstrokinghisthighandhisstomahimmediatelyflipped.HewasmakingPottertremble.Fuk.Yes,hewantedhimtotremble;hewantedhimtopantandmoanandwrithebehhim.

Lhishead,hestartedpepperingPotter’sinnerthighwithkisses,gentlybrushinghisfingersagainsttheinsideofhisknee.HenotiedwithgreatsatisfationthatPotter’sbreathingwasbeomingmoreshallowthenearerhemovedtohisok.Whenhereahedhisgroin,hedeidedtobeabitmoreexperimental.

“Merlin,”PottereximedasDraopressedtheftofhistongueagainstitandlikedhiswayupwards.HisheekbrushedagainstPotter’sokandthelittlebkhairsledaroundit.HetriedtothinkofallthethingsPotterhadteasedhimwith,asmirkfonhisfae.HepursedhislipsandgentlyblewonthetipofPotter’sok.“Ah!”Potter’shipsjerked,andDraotooktheopportunityofPotterbeingdistratedtosettlehimselfproperlybetweenhislegs.HefelthispulsehammeringagainsthisolrboneashestaredatPotter’sarse.Whatifhedidsomethingwrong?WhatifPotterdidn’tlikeit?Hedesperatelytriedtothinkwhathewouldenjoyiftheroleswerereversed.Tentatively,heleanedforwardandstartedmouthingatPotter’sballs.“Oh,shit!”

Okay,apparentlythathadn’tbeentoobad.Hegentlysukedononeofthem,untilPotterwassquirmingsomuh,Draoslunghisarmaroundhisthightokeephiminpe.

“Areyousureyouhaven’tdonethisbefore?”Potterpanted.Draogrinnedinsatisfation.Still,heouldn’tshakethenervousnessrashingdownonhimashekissedPotter’sheeks,slowlybutsurelymovingtowardshisleft.“Wait,”Pottersuddenlybreathed.Draostiffened.HeliftedhisheadandsearhedPotter’sfae;hewasflushedandmurmuringsomethingunderhisbreath.“singandprotetionharms,”hesaidafteramoment.Oh,thankMerlin!SoDraohadn’tdoneanythingwrong.Yet.

HeawkwardlyresumedkissingPotter’sheeksandhesitantlybroughtafingertohisleft.Slowly,hedraggedhisfiipalongthelengthandshiveredwhenPotterletoutadeepmoan.Hewantedtohearitagain.Grippedbydetermination,heslowlyleanedforwardandrepedhisfingerwithhistongue.

“Fuk,”Potteralmostyelled.Draodiditagain,pressingtheftofhistongueagainstPotter’srim.Butwhatnow?Draothoughthard,untilhedeidedtomovehistonguelikehedidwhenhewaseatingieream.Thatouldn’tbetoowrong,right?“Ohfuk,Drao!”

Drao’soktwithedathearinghisnameinsuhabreathyway.Itmadehimbolder,promptedhimtotwisthistonguethiswayandthatbeforehelosedhismoutharoundthepukeredskinandstartedtosuk.

“AH!Drao,”Pottereximed.

DraomarveledatthesensationofPotter’srimflutteringbehhistongue.Heusedthetiptodrawirlesaroundit,eliitingallkindsoffilthyanddeliioussoundsfromPotter,whih,inreturn,hadhisokthrobbingandleaking.

“Merlin,Drao,please,”Pottergroaned,“useyourtongueoryoufingers,Idon’tare,butplease—”

Wait…what?

“You—”Draopulledbak,suddenlyrealisinghowlightheadedhewas.Sazar,heshouldhaveomeupforairsooner.“You—Youwantmetopushmytongueinsideyou?”

“Oryourfingers,Idon’tare,Ijustneed—Ah!”

Draodovebakin,hisokrespondingtoeveryflutterofPotter’srim.Thiswasmorerewardingthanhehadthought.Heresumeddrawingirleswithhistongue,untilPotterletoutsuhadesperatemoan,Draothoughthewasgoingtoimplode.But,fuk,hehadnoideawhathewasdoing.Heartpoundinginhishest,hetentativelytriedtopushthetipofhistongueagainstPotter’sentra

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