“youdon’tneedmyapproval,”draosnapped,tryingtositstill,eventhoughthewarmth,radiatingfrompotter’sarm,wasmakinghimwanttosream.

“no,idon’t,”pottersaid,resumingtodrumhisfingersagainstthehair.“buti’dliketoknowwhatyouthink.”

draosnorted.“holy,iouldn’tareless.”

potterletoutasigh.“i’mtryingtobeniehere,drao,butyou’remakingitextremelyhard.”

“oh,ibetheis,”bisehukled.thatbastard!

draoloweredhisheadandpressedthebakofhishandagainsthisforeheadtoshowhowfedupwithbisehewas,butalsotohidetherimsonfmesheouldfeelonhisheeks.

“isitmebeingnie?”potterwhispered.

“what?”

“ismebeingniewhat’smakingyousounomfortable?”

drao’sheadsnappedupagain.“whatmakesyouthinki’munomfortable?i’mperfetlyatease.”

“right,”pottersaid,obviouslynotonvined.draoforedhisbodytorex.heevensaggeddowninhisseatalittle.theornerofpotter’smouthtwithedashewatheddraoslidedownlowerandlower.“okay,okay,you’reperfetlyatease,”heughed.

draoouldn’tkeephislipsfromstrethingintoasmileaswell.rightbeforeheslippedoffthehairompletely,hehoistedhimselfup.thesuddenmovementmadehimdizzy,and,foraseond,hewonderedifpotterknewhowintoxiatedhereallywas.hewasgivinghimastrangelook.

“what?”draoasked.

“um…nothing,”pottersaid.hislegtwithedandittookdraoalmosttenfukingseondsuntilheaskedhimselfwhyheouldfeelpotter’slegtwith.helookeddownattheappallinggreyjeans.wait.whywashishandonthosejeans?wait!whywashishandonpotter’s

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