All of that whisky was a bad idea. The wanking off, in retrospect, was perhaps even worse. And maybe a touch psychotic. “Har-ry,” Draco says slowly. “Harry,” he says again, his mouth twisting into the sneer he uses when he’s about to do or say something horrible. Harry groans, willing his cock to pay attention. “Harry. Did you play with yourself earlier? Is that where you disappeared off to?” “Maybe,” Harry says. Draco grins. “I’m flattered.”
Quote from the excellent, hot, and hilarious fic How to Begin by @wolfpants (Drarry, E, 8,4k)













