as what Potter had been trying to avoid the last time. If he took off his jumper now, it would mean…it would mean…

Draco stopped breathing when Potter pulled the jumper over his head and let it fall to the floor. He looked so anxious, all Draco wanted to do was pull him into a hug. But he couldn’t stop staring at him; at his chest where black hair curled against his dark skin, at his nipples which sent heat through his body, at his stomach that looked so soft, Draco yearned to touch it.

Several moments passed until Potter crossed his arms in front of him, covering his stomach. Draco’s eyes darted up to his face. He had never seen Potter look so nervous. His eyes widened when Draco smiled at him and stroked his arm.

“You don’t have to hide anything,” Draco murmured. He waited until Potter slowly let his arms fall back to his sides. “And you thought this would scare me off?” Draco said, suppressing the urge to raise an eyebrow.

Potter frowned. “This,” he put a hand on his stomach, “used to be flat.”

“So since your stomach isn’t flat, I can’t be in love with you? Really? You really think I’d like you more if you had abs?”

“I thought—I thought you might not—not want to—”

“Oh Potter, believe me, I do want to. Very much.”

Before Potter could say anything to that, Draco got down on his knees in front of him.

“Can I?” he asked, his hand hovering over Potter’s stomach. For a moment, he thought Potter was going to say no. Anguish was written all over his face. He still seemed unsure when he gave Draco a slight nod.

Careful not to make any hasty movements, Draco lowered his hand until it made contact with Potter’s skin. It felt so different from his own, a little rougher, and his hand looked even paler in contrast to Potter’s dark skin tone.

He traced the shape of Potter’s belly with his fingers, feeling him stiffen when he reached the part where his stomach stuck out the most over his waistband.

“Stop. Please stop,” Potter croaked.

“Potter, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Hoping he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries, he placed several kisses on his belly before he wrapped his arms around Potter’s midriff and nestled his cheek against his skin. Potter stood perfectly still; Draco wasn’t even sure if he was still breathing.

“You—You’re really okay with this?” he murmured.

Draco lifted his head, taking in Potter’s dumbstruck expression. He hoisted himself up while another smile crept onto his lips.

“You’re such an idiot.” He took Potter’s face into his hands and waited until his eyes were focused on his. “This,” he softly brushed his fingers across Potter’s face, “isn’t why I’m in love with you. It’s a nice bonus, though. A very nice one.” He tapped his index finger against Potter’s temple. “This is why I’m in love with you.” He let his hand wander down Potter’s neck before he pressed his palm against his chest. “And this.” If Draco hadn’t been so nervous himself, he would have relished the fact Potter was speechless yet again. “And all this,” he trailed his fingers down to Potter’s hips, which he grabbed with both hands to pull him flush against him, “is what makes me want you. Very, very much.” Potter made a choking sound when Draco gave his bum a hearty squeeze.

It felt strange, now that all cards were on the table. It was equally reassuring as it was terrifying.

“Howe you’re suddenly so good with words?” Potter said, and Draco noticed his face was a bit more relaxed.

“I’ve always been good with words.”

“But, usually, you’re not that outspoken. And last time, you weren’t as…bold.”

Draco’s hands on Potter’s bum twitched. Yeah, that had kind of been a spur of the moment thing.

“I, err…” Even though they had both been shirtless for a while now, it was only then Draco realised they were both shirtless.

Potter gave him a hesitant smile. “Maybe we can be nervous together?” He wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck and started stroking his shoulder blade with his thumb. Draco shivered inadvertently.

“We alle with baggage, I guess,” he murmured. As he was gazing into Potter’s eyes, he remembered what Luna had said right before he had taken off. “We’ll have to be patient with each other.”

“I can do that,” Potter whispered, leaning in. He captured Draco’s bottom lip and let his tongue brush against it. This, Draco mused, was definitely something he’d never grow tired of. He wondered if his heart would ever cease to jump frantically when Potter kissed him. Probably not. And definitely not right now. On the contrary, his heart rate increased dramatically when he parted his lips and felt Potter’s tongue push against his. Sweet Merlin!

The kiss turned from tender to heated within seconds. Draco bit back a moan when Potter’s hips started grinding against his. His cock was already half hard and if Potter kept moving like that, Draco was sure he’d being in his pants in just a few minutes.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back when Potter moved his head lower to kiss his neck. He let one hand wander down Draco’s spine until he reached his arse. Draco’s heart gave a violent jerk and they both jumped when something crashed loudly behind them.

“Hey, I liked that lamp,” Potter said.

Draco rolled his eyes, even though he wanted to curl up and die. A hand on his arse and he was blowing up lamps? What the fuck would happen if they were both naked?

As if Potter had just read his mind, he asked, “If I take off your trousers, will you destroy my whole bedroom?”

“Um…” Draco wasn’t sure how to answer that. For one, he had no idea what would happen. And, more importantly, the thought of Potter taking off his trousers had his mind spinning like mad. “I guess you’ll have to try and see,” he croaked.

Without breaking eye contact, Potter moved his hands down to his waistband. It took him no time to unbutton his trousers. Draco gulped when Potter paused.

“Yours too,” Draco whispered. Something that looked a lot like anxiety flashed across Potter’s face. “Hey, we’re nervous together, remember?” Draco said quietly, cupping Potter’s cheek. “I’m a fucking virgin for crying out loud.”

The corner of Potter’s mouth twitched and he swiftly pulled down his trousers, along with his socks. Draco did the same, grinning as he caught sight of Potter’s pants.

“Lions? Really? How very Gryffindor of you.”

“I’ll show you what else is very Gryffindor,” Potter growled teasingly and lunged at Draco. They both landed on the bed, Potter on top of him. He trapped Draco’s hips with his legs, pinning his hands over his head.

“You’re so beautiful,” Potter said.

Draco struggled to free one of his hands and ran it across Potter’s cheek. “So are you,” he whispered. Before Potter could say anything else, he pulled him back into a scorching kiss.

The sensation of Potter’s skin rubbing against his, Potter’s cock rubbing against his, was absolute bliss. He arched his back when Potter started playing with one of his nipples.

“Hmmm, they’re very sensitive it seems,” Potter murmured. Draco simply moaned in agreement. “I wonder what will happen if I do this.” Before Draco could even begin to ask himself what Potter was going to do, he felt his hot breath on his chest, followed by his mouth.

“Oh, fuck!”

Potter hummed and started to draw circles around his nipple with his tongue. No matter how often Draco had touched himself, it had never felt anything like this. When Potter moved to the other side, to continue his blissful torture, Draco couldn’t help but gasp.

“You’re so receptive. I like that,” Potter breathed. His hands ran down the length of Draco’s arms as he closed his mouth around his nipple and started to suck.

Draco’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. He started squirming and panting when Potter moved down to his ribcage, his stomach, his hip…When he brushed his lips along the line of his waistband, Draco thought he was going to pass out.

“We don’t have to do anything today,” Potter murmured. “We can take it slow.”

“Bloody tease,” Draco grumbled teasingly as he propped himself up on his elbows. He held Potter’s questioning gaze, hoping he could see the burning desire Draco felt in his chest.

“Are you sure?” Potter breathed, his fingers digging into Draco’s sides.

“I just told you…how I feel and how long I’ve been…feeling it.” So much for being good with words.

Potter’s expression didn’t change. When he laid his head on Draco’s stomach, Draco thought he didn’t believe him, didn’t want to continue. But then, he felt a warm hand on his thigh, which slowly crept upwards.

“Ah!” Draco almost leapt off the bed when Potter cradled his balls through his pants and started massaging them. As if that wasn’t enough, he slowly closed his mouth around Draco’s cock. Fuck! Potter knew what he was doing! Somehow, it was such a turn on to feel the heat of his mouth without really feeling it; he could only imagine what it would be like if Potter pulled down his pants and really went for it.

He felt the push of Potter’s tongue against his tip which made his hips jerk uncontrollably. He turned his head, pressing his cheek into the mattress, only to be bombarded with Potter’s delicious scent that clung to his sheets.

“Oh, Merlin,” he groaned; as if in response, Potter gave his balls a light squeeze, which had him trembling from head to toe. It only intensified when he felt Potter shift. He lifted his head and was met with the sight of Potter, lying on his front between Draco’s legs. His pulse immediately went into a frenzy.

He watched as Potter curled a finger around his waistband and slowly pulled it down. Instinctively, Draco wanted to push up his hips, to help Potter get them off, but instead, his head fell back onto the mattress when Potter started kissing and sucking at his groin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Draco whispered under his breath. It only seemed to encourage Potter to suck harder. Just when Draco thought he wouldn’t be able to take any more of it, Potter’s tongue vanished. Next thing he knew, he felt a cold tickle on the spot where Potter had probably left a mark. “Oh shit,” he groaned as Potter alternated between blowing and kissing his skin. He was filled with so much want, he thought he was going to lose consciousness from it.

“Your skin is so soft,” Potter murmured, and Draco felt his breath on his cock. Oh Merlin, please, just—

“Nnngh!” Draco was sure something in him was exploding when he felt Potter’s hot tongue lick its way up his cock. Desperately, he grasped at the sheets as Potter swirled his tongue around his tip. He barely noticed Potter murmuring something before he realised his pants were gone; Potter had vanished them. Mere seconds later, his hand was wrapped around the base of Draco’s cock as he slowly sucked the head into his mouth. “AH!”

Potter took him in deep, until his whole cock was surrounded by heat.

“Potter! Potter,” Draco panted desperately as Potter started bobbing his head. Instinctively, Draco reached down and buried his hands into the disheveled mess of Potter’s hair. Potter hummed in approval. His movements were getting qui

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