Tongue ThingWord count:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Authors Notes:
This was written for dracoharry100
's current challenge, dopey
Sunday morning and Draco finally stumbled back into the Slytherin common room, after being out all night on his ‘date’ with Potter. He’d gone on it because he’d lost a bet, but had sworn he’d have Potter begging for him.
Pansy looked him over and smirked. Draco was limping, his lips were swollen, his hair was mussed, his clothes ruined... and he was wearing a dopey, dazzled smile.
“How’d the whole dominating Potter thing go?”
“Um...” Draco shifted, but his smile stayed. “Well, he’s got this... and then... there’s this tongue thing...”
Then Potter came in, grinning fiercely.
“Baby, you forgot your jumper.” Potter tossed it on an armchair, and wrapped an arm around Draco’s waist, manhandling him close. Then Potter kissed him.
Draco moaned and clutched at his shoulders, letting Potter muss his hair and kiss him slowly. Finally, Potter pulled away.
Draco blinked dazedly, looking like he’d stared too long into the sun. Potter smirked down at him and tapped his open mouth. “Better close that pretty mouth if you don’t want me putting something in it.” Draco gulped. He smiled dopily after Potter when he left.
Then Draco sent Pansy a death glare. “Not. One. Word.”
This is now continued in Slow and Sweet