“I want to see your face, though. Can we do it while you’re on your back?”
Without answering, Potter grabbed one of the bigger pillows and shoved it under the small of his back.
“Ah,” Draco said. Well, there was his answer. “But…is that comfortable for you?”
“Do I look uncomfortable?” Potter retorted with a lopsided smile.
“You look…” Draco let out a shuddering breath and slowly leaned forward, placing a hand on his thigh. Potter’s legs were still spread, his cock and his arse on full display. Honestly, it was the hottest thing Draco had ever laid eyes on. He felt Potter tremble when he started stroking his thigh and his stomach immediately flipped. He was making Potter tremble. Fuck. Yes, he wanted him to tremble; he wanted him to pant and moan and writhe beneath him.
Lowering his head, he started peppering Potter’s inner thigh with kisses, gently brushing his fingers against the inside of his knee. He noticed with great satisfaction that Potter’s breathing was becoming more shallow the nearer he moved to his cock. When he reached his groin, he decided to be a bit more experimental.
“Merlin,” Potter exclaimed as Draco pressed the flat of his tongue against it and licked his way upwards. His cheek brushed against Potter’s cock and the little black hairs nestled around it. He tried to think of all the things Potter had teased him with, a smirk forming on his face. He pursed his lips and gently blew on the tip of Potter’s cock. “Ah!” Potter’s hips jerked, and Draco took the opportunity of Potter being distracted to settle himself properly between his legs. He felt his pulse hammering against his collarbone as he stared at Potter’s arse. What if he did something wrong? What if Potter didn’t like it? He desperately tried to think what he would enjoy if the roles were reversed. Tentatively, he leaned forward and started mouthing at Potter’s balls. “Oh, shit!”
Okay, apparently that hadn’t been too bad. He gently sucked on one of them, until Potter was squirming so much, Draco slung his arm around his thigh to keep him in place.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Potter panted. Draco grinned in satisfaction. Still, he couldn’t shake the nervousness crashing down on him as he kissed Potter’s cheeks, slowly but surely moving towards his cleft. “Wait,” Potter suddenly breathed. Draco stiffened. He lifted his head and searched Potter’s face; he was flushed and murmuring something under his breath. “Cleansing and protection charms,” he said after a moment. Oh, thank Merlin! So Draco hadn’t done anything wrong. Yet.
He awkwardly resumed kissing Potter’s cheeks and hesitantly brought a finger to his cleft. Slowly, he dragged his fingertip along the length and shivered when Potter let out a deep moan. He wanted to hear it again. Gripped by determination, he slowly leaned forward and replaced his finger with his tongue.
“Fuck,” Potter almost yelled. Draco did it again, pressing the flat of his tongue against Potter’s rim. But what now? Draco thought hard, until he decided to move his tongue like he did when he was eating ice cream. That couldn’t be too wrong, right? “Oh fuck, Draco!”
Draco’s cock twitched at hearing his name in such a breathy way. It made him bolder, prompted him to twist his tongue this way and that before he closed his mouth around the puckered skin and started to suck.
“AH! Draco,” Potter exclaimed.
Draco marveled at the sensation of Potter’s rim fluttering beneath his tongue. He used the tip to draw circles around it, eliciting all kinds of filthy and delicious sounds from Potter, which, in return, had his cock throbbing and leaking.
“Merlin, Draco, please,” Potter groaned, “use your tongue or you fingers, I don’t care, but please—”
Wait…what?
“You—” Draco pulled back, suddenly realising how lightheaded he was. Salazar, he should have come up for air sooner. “You—You want me to push my tongue inside you?”
“Or your fingers, I don’t care, I just need—Ah!”
Draco dove back in, his cock responding to every flutter of Potter’s rim. This was more rewarding than he had thought. He resumed drawing circles with his tongue, until Potter let out such a desperate moan, Draco thought he was going to implode. But, fuck, he had no idea what he was doing. Heart pounding in his chest, he tentatively tried to push the tip of his tongue against Potter’s entrance.
“Fuck, yes,” Potter groaned, and Draco immediately felt his rim loosen up. He wasted no time to push his tongue further in, marvelling at the sounds Potter made. “Yes, yes, yes!”
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