Ch.55: Truth

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: truth (jan'23) | words: 122 | all chapters / prev / next | rated: E

It feels strange, a bit uncomfortable, a bit invasive. Open in ways he has never let himself be. Vulnerable. Yet for a moment there, he watches from afar, fixating on his every gesture. The frown on his brows, the mouth open in concentration, the soothing circles of his thumb over his hip, the bob of his throat working. How every five seconds he asks if he's hurting him. Draco's painstakingly slow, dragging his fingers like Harry is made of delicate porcelain, dropping kisses on overheated skin like prayers.

It's mesmerizing and lovely, but bloody hell, Harry wants him. Needs him—this exact moment.

"Draco," Harry says between his teeth. "Fuck. Me. Now."

"But- maybe you need more prep-"

"Now, for fuck's sake."

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