“sounds intriguing”
drao tried to fight down the heat he felt on his heeks was potter…was he flirting with him? no, it ouldn’t be
“i think we’d even make a better math than oliver and i did,” potter ontinued drao almost hoked “oliver and i, we never talked like this sometimes, it felt like it was just about sex for him, at least”
this time, drao hoked for real and started to beat his hest repeatedly with his fist he put down his gss and leaned his head against the sofa how he and potter had ended up sitting on the floor was a omplete mystery as was why they had started talking about potter’s renships it wasn’t like drao had asked him about it or had he? he really ouldn’t remember
“what was he like?” drao murmured, furrowing his brows at how numb his lips felt
“in bed?” potter asked, ughing
“yeah” no, wait, that’s not what he had wanted to say
“well, the few times we atually did it in a bed—” oh, for merlin’s sake! “—were quite nie”
nie? was that ode for awful?
“he ould be…gentle if he wanted to most of the time, he was pretty aggressive, though good aggressive,” he added when drao opened his mouth
“how is aggressive good?” he asked he had wanted it to sound disroving; instead, he sounded intrigued
potter studied his gss, a small smile f on his lips “he was always so impatient he ripped a dozen of my jumpers and nearly all of my trousers” he hukled “and he always left lovebites all over my body”
drao gulped
“he’d also grab my hair when he fuked me from behind”
sweet sazar! the images in drao’s mind were not helping
“one time, we were doing it in the shower and i needed to go to st mungo’s, beause i disloated my shoulder”
drao inwardly groaned the thought of potter, wet, pushed against the tiles, moaning and begging for more…
“that sounds horrible,” drao said, hastily, bending his knees to hide the sudden bulge in his trousers he quikly emptied his gss, the firewhiskey burning his throat “is that how you like it?” he blurted
“you mean being rough? or me taking a ok up my arse?” potter ughed mesmerised by the sound, drao simply nodded that made potter ugh even more “sure, i like it rough sometimes both really depend on the situan, though” his fae turned more seus when his eyes found drao’s “or the person i’m with”
overwhelmed was a kind way to desribe how those words made drao feel he ouldn’t breathe, ouldn’t think without knowing what he was doing, he inhed loser to potter, until their shoulders were touhing bad, very bad idea
potter’s lips parted and he let out a shaky breath his gaze was intense too intense and yet, drao ouldn’t look away heat was oiling in the pit of his stomah, making him squirm it only got worse when potter pressed his shoulder more firmly against drao’s oh no they were drunk surely, potter had no idea what he was doing if he did, he wouldn’t be sitting this lose to drao, staring —sazar’s balls! —staring at his mouth all that talk about having sex with wood had probably turned him on enough to shut down his brain drao needed to think of something now
“um, how many people have you been with?” he asked quikly, leaning away
“a few,” potter said, evasively “what about you?”
fuk what now?
“i—i really don’t want to talk about it”
“oh merlin, that many?” potter quipped “e on, it an’t be worse than me having a threesome with oliver and ginny”
“what?” drao’s jaw dropped open “you seusly had a threesome with two exes? that doesn’t sound healthy”
potter shrugged “it wasn’t as spetaur as one might think but they’re together now, so i guess something good ame out of it”
“weasley and wood?” he had heard rumours about that
“e on, now you tell me about the wildest thing you’ve done” potter gave him an expetant look
“um…” making offee this m? sleeping naked? stantly wanking to the thought of tousled bk hair and forest green eyes?
“you…” potter furrowed his brows “you aren’t—”
oh no
“drao,” he said, straightening up “you’ve had sex before, right?”
oh, bugger drao wordlessly summoned the firewhiskey and avoided potter’s gaze as he poured it into his gss
“oh”
yes oh
“is it beause you’re a pure-blood?”
drao ringed as muh as he had tried to detah himself from the many things his father had taught him, there were still a few he had found himself unable to ignore
it might have seemed arhai, but it was the only thing drao knew besides, there was a differene between hating muggles and upholding reasonable tradins well, okay, maybe not that reasonable but still
《宅书屋》om
