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Countless people had called him beautiful, handsome, attractive…It usually meant nothing to Draco. He knew he was good looking. It wasn’t the compliment he was craving. And yet, the fact that Potter had said it, with the way he’d said it, almost awestruck, made Draco momentarily lose his balance.

“What do you want?” Potter breathed, his finger softly stroking Draco’s temple. “Tell me what you want.”

“I—I want…” Fuck, what was he supposed to say? “I—I want you,” he said, feeling incredibly stupid. He suspected Potter was asking him for something more specific, but…this was hard. He had never been with anyone before and while he technically knew more than enough about how this usually worked, he couldn’t just tell Potter what he wanted. What if Potter didn’t want what he wanted? What if Potter would laugh at him? It was so much easier in his dreams, when it wasn’t actually Potter he was talking to. But…he could try…something simple? “I—I want…I want you…inside me.”

Draco stood perfectly still as he waited for Potter’s reaction. His lips parted, but if Draco hadn’t known any better, he would have thought Potter was suddenly paralysed.

“Did—Did I say something wrong?” Draco murmured. He hated feeling insecure. But he had no idea what Potter was thinking.

“Um, no,” Potter croaked. “But, given the circumstances, I, err, think it would be easier if you were the one to…err…”

“Next time,” Draco said, immediately mentally slapping himself. These two words revealed much more than he was ready to admit out loud.

“Okay,” Potter whispered and Draco’s heart stopped. Okay. Funny, how such a simple word could make him feel like he was flying.

Feeling much bolder and encouraged, he put a hand on Potter’s chest and leaned closer, until their noses were touching.

“How do you like it?” he whispered, hoping Potter didn’t hear the quiver in his voice. He didn’t know what made him more nervous, the prospect of Potter telling him what he wanted, or if he’d simply showed him. The anticipation was killing him.

Potter playfully nudged Draco’s nose with his own and then, to Draco’s surprise, he slowly traced Draco’s bottom lip with his tongue.

“Like this,” he said, huskily, grabbing Draco’s hips and kissing him in a way Draco had never been kissed before. It was as though Potter had just pulled him down underwater, leaving Draco gasping for air. He never wanted it to stop. Before he even knew what was happening, Potter yanked off his suit jacket and pulled his shirt out of his trousers. Draco almost yelped when he felt Potter’s fingers against his bare stomach. Obviously, Potter didn’t want to waste any more time. He whirled Draco around and started sucking on the back of his neck, his erection pressing against Draco’s arse. Fuck, this was just like in his last dream.

“You—You want to take me like this?” Draco croaked, unthinkingly.

“Merlin, yes,” Potter breathed, his hands darting down to unbutton Draco’s trousers. It only took a few seconds until his hand was shoved inside Draco’s pants and his hand was wrapped around Draco’s cock.

“Fuck!” Draco inadvertently arched his back as Potter started to stroke him, letting his head fall back on Potter’s shoulder.

“Merlin, you’re so hot,” Potter breathed in his ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Something in Draco paused. He liked the idea of Potter bending him over, but…he wanted to look at Potter, he wanted to see his face when he pushed inside him. He wanted to look at him right now, while he had Draco’s cock in his hands.

He slowly turned around, careful to not have his cock yanked off, and captured Potter’s lips in another kiss. Potter seemed startled at first, but lost no time in reciprocating the kiss.

Overwhelmingly distracted by the sensation of Potter’s tongue pushing against his and his hand tightening around his cock, Draco slowly pushed Potter’s suit jacket down his shoulders and fumbled around until he found the buttons of his shirt. As soon as he had unbuttoned one of them, Potter froze. Confused, Draco pulled back.

Potter was looking at him as though he was a boggart, presenting him with his worst fear. But why? What had Draco done?