Draodid,hismovementsbeomingmoreowitheveryflipofhisstomahandeverythrustofPotter’ships.
“Ohfuk!Ohyes,yes!”
DraoalmostriedoutwhenPotter’shandurledaroundhisok;itonlypromptedDraotomoveevenmorefrantially.
“Fuk,you’resotight!IthinkI’m—I’m—”
“Wait,notyet,”Draomoaned.Mereseondster,hiseyesrolledtothebakofhisheadwhilehisinsidesturnedintomoltenva.“Nngh!”HisentirebodytrembledviolentlyashespilledalloverPotter’shand.
“Ohfuk,Drao!Drao!Drao!”Potterthrustintohimonemoretime,pushinghishipsupwards,beforehewrithedbehhim,hisokthrobbinginsideDrao.“Holyshit,”Pottergroaned,tossinganarmoverhiseyes.Hishestwasheaving.DraoslowlyliftedhishipstoreleasePotterbeforeheolpsedontopofhimandburiedhisfaeintherookofPotter’snek.TheystayedlikethisinsileneforseveralminutesuntilPottersquirmed.
“What?”Draoasked,debatingifitwouldbetoomuhtokissPotter’snek.Whatthehell,hethought,anddidit.
“Aren’tyougoingtomove?”Pottersniggered.
“Hmmm…no.Idon’twanttomoverightnow.”
“Alright.”Hesniggeredagain,inghisarmsaroundhim.Draofeltanotherrushofwarmthoursethroughhimbut,unlikebefore,itwasn’tasurgent.Itwasmorelikeapleasantbuzz,vibratingthroughhim.
“I—”Potterquietlylearedhisthroat.Whenhedidn’tontinue,Draoslowlyliftedhisheadtolookathim.“Ian’tbelieveIjusttookyourvirginity.”
Draopaused.Wasthat…regrethewashearinginPotter’svoie?Ah,maybenot.Hewassmiling.Butstill,therewassomethingaboutthewayhe’dsaidit.Waryandquiet.
“Don’tworryaboutit,”Draosaid,alittlemoresnappishthanhehadintended.“It’snotlikewehavetogetmarriednow,ifthat’swhatyou’reonernedabout.”
“Won’tyourparents—Imean,err…”
Draoletoutasigh.“I’mnotobligedtokeepthemupdatedaboutmyvirginalstatus,Potter.Besides,Ireallydon’tareaboutwhatmyfatherhastosayanymore.”
“Oh.”Pottersoundedsurprised.“Andyourmother?”
“She’llomearound.Eventually.”DraopedhisheadonPotter’shestagain,brushinghisfingersagainsthisshoulder.“Ihaven’ttoldherabouttheeyet.”
“Oh.You—You’regivingupalot…tobeherewithme.Aren’tyou?”
Draopressedhislipstogether,feelinggratefulPotterouldn’tseehisfae.“Yesandno,”hemurmured.“Alotofthethingsmyparentshavetaughtmewere…well,youknow.Iguessthere’salwaysbeenthispressure,sineI’mtheonlyMalfoyheir,but…Ijustdon’tseethepointanymore.Iguessmotherwillbedisappointed,but…”Hefelthimselfblushbutsuppressedtheurgetohidehisfaebehindhishands.“Therearemoreimportantthings.”
Potter’shandinhishairfroze,asdidtherestofhisbody.Draomentallysppedhimselfandwishedheouldtakebakthosestupidwords.Healmostjumpedwhenwarmfingersfoundtheirwaytohisheek,underhishin,gentlyturninghisfaeupwards.
“Youreallymeanthat?”Potterasked.ThelongerDraostaredathim,themorehefoundhimselfunabletospeak.Sohejustnodded.ThesmilethatwaspsteredonPotter’sfaemomentsaftermadeDrao’sheartjumprepeatedly,asthoughitwasdoingahappye.ItonlyintensifiedwhenPottertookhisfaeinbothhandsandpulledhimintoasoftandslowkiss.Draoouldn’thelpbutletoutasigh.