Slow and SweetWord count:
This was written for hd100
's current challenge, hands
, and dracoharry100
's current challenge, lust
. It follows on from Tongue Thing
“So, are you looking forward to seeing Potter today?” Pansy leaned against one of the posts of Draco’s bed, and watched with amusement as he ran his silver-backed hairbrush through his hair yet again.
“I suppose,” he said haughtily, smoothing his hands down his shirt and adjusting his tie.
“You suppose? After he reduced you to a moaning puddle of lust and fucked you hard, you suppose
you’re looking forward to seeing him?”
Draco raised his chin. “I am, then. I’m finding him after class, and fucking him like he’s never been fucked before.”
“Sure you are, Draco,” Theo sneered.
Pansy and Draco turned with matching glares. Theo, being the misanthropic bastard he was, didn’t even seem to notice.
“You’re deluded if you think you’re fucking him. I saw you in the shower this morning.” Pansy cringed involuntarily, and Draco didn’t look too pleased either. “You’ve got bruises all over from his hands. You weren’t exactly on top last time, were you? You’re just a pathetic slave to your lust around him, and he’s going to use it against you. You’re shaming Slytherin.”
Pansy reached for her wand. “Draco,” she said coolly. “Go to breakfast. I’ll be a little late.”
Pansy arrived late, having had to wipe off orange gunk, but it was entirely worth it.
She was met with the sight of Draco standing before Potter, his chin tilted up by one of Potter’s hands. And then Potter kissed him, hand on Draco’s jaw to keep him still, slow and sweet.
Potter pulled back. “I’m taking you to my dorm now, all right?”
Draco stared up at him with lust-clouded eyes. Pansy could hear him panting.
“All right?” Potter repeated, voice deep with amusement.
Draco nodded and let himself be led away.
Pansy noted Potter’s hand squeezing his arse.
This is now continued in I Already Am