snippet from a fic i'll never finish #3
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Draco shut his eyes at the onslaught of images. His pulse beat faster, a tattoo urging him to grab Potter and shove him inside the nearest cupboard.
‘—I want to see you naked, sweating, helpless—’
‘Oh Lord.’
‘—writhing under me while I fuck you. Does that answer your question?’
Draco had never been the receiver of such an extraordinary proposition. He trembled with the force of it, the lust pouring out of Potter, tinged with desperation.
Potter stretched a finger to trace Draco’s lips. ‘Well?’
Heart galloping, Draco tilted his chin forward, provocative, and whispered against Potter’s index finger. ‘You’re full of promises.’
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wavering light, drarry







