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“But?”

“I’m kind of in the mood for…”

“For?” Draco’s pulse quickened yet again.

“Your cock.”

Draco stared at him, his mouth hanging open. “Yeah, that’s—I mean, sure, if, um, if that’s…what you want.” Sweet Merlin, if he wasn’t careful, he would come right now, all over Potter’s face. Oh no, no, no, wrong image! WRONG IMAGE!

“Is it what you want?” Potter asked hesitantly.

Instead of answering, Draco grabbed his face and gently pulled him up into a kiss. He made a gurgling sound when Potter moaned into his mouth and pressed their hips together. Fuck, if Potter kept moving like that, the fun really would be over before it had even started!

“Is that a yes?” Potter breathed against his lips.

Draco let out a groan. “I don’t care about anything else,” he whispered. “As long as it’s you and me.”

Potter pulled back, astonishment written all over his face. Fuck. That hadn’t been what Draco had wanted to say. At least not in such a sentimental way. As always, it was completely Potter’s fault. How was Draco’s brain supposed to work properly, given these circumstances?

His heart skipped a beat when Potter’s face slowly lit up and he bent down for another kiss, grinning like a child on Christmas morning.

Moving his hands down, Draco gripped Potter’s hips and pushed them up. He awkwardly tried to push down his pants and was only successful when Potter helped. Merlin, now they were both naked. Without thinking twice about it, Draco rolled them over, until Potter was on his back. He swiftly sat back on his heels to appreciate the view in front of him. Sweet Salazar, Potter was captivating. Draco trailed a finger down his chest, over his stomach, until he reached his cock. Draco hadn’t even touched him yet but he was already hard.

“Okay, hold on,” Potter said, “I’m going to show you how you stretch someone properly.”

Potter slowly spread his legs, leaving Draco completely breathless. Mesmerised, he watched as Potter started to circle his entrance with his fingers, muttering a spell under his breath.

“Wait,” Draco blurted. Potter blinked and gave him an expectant look. “I, um…I was just wondering…Is this the only way to stretch someone?”

“What do you mean?”

“Aren’t there—Aren’t there other ways, too?”

Potter raised an eyebrow. “There are. Why do I get the feeling you already have something in mind?”

“Because I do,” Draco said, his voice quivering. “I—I—” He shifted closer. “I want to, err—” He swallowed around the massive lump in his throat. Merlin, this would probably turn out to be a monumental mistake. But the thought alone had his cock throbbing. “I—I want to lick you. There.” He could practically feel the heat, radiating off his crimson cheeks.

“You—” Potter’s eyes were suddenly impossibly wide.