“soundsintriguing.”

draotriedtofightdowntheheathefeltonhisheeks.waspotter…washeflirtingwithhim?no,itouldn’tbe.

“ithinkwe’devenmakeabettermaththanoliverandidid,”potterontinued.draoalmosthoked.“oliverandi,wenevertalkedlikethis.sometimes,itfeltlikeitwasjustaboutsex.forhim,atleast.”

thistime,draohokedforrendstartedtobeathishestrepeatedlywithhisfist.heputdownhisgssandleanedhisheadagainstthesofa.howheandpotterhadendedupsittingonthefloorwasaompletemystery.aswaswhytheyhadstartedtalkingaboutpotter’sretionships.itwasn’tlikedraohadaskedhimaboutit.orhadhe?hereallyouldn’tremember.

“whatwashelike?”draomurmured,furrowinghisbrowsathownumbhislipsfelt.

“inbed?”potterasked,ughing.

“yeah.”no,wait,that’snotwhathehadwantedtosay.

“well,thefewtimesweatuallydiditinabed—”oh,formerlin’ssake!“—werequitenie.”

nie?wasthatodeforawful?

“heouldbe…gentleifhewantedto.mostofthetime,hewasprettyaggressive,though.goodaggressive,”headdedwhendraoopenedhismouth.

“howisaggressivegood?”heasked.hehadwantedittosounddisapproving;instead,hesoundedintrigued.

potterstudiedhisgss,asmallsmilefonhislips.“hewasalwayssoimpatient.herippedadozenofmyjumpersandnearlyallofmytrousers.”hehukled.“andhealwaysleftlovebitesallovermybody.”

draogulped.

“he’dalsograbmyhairwhenhefukedmefrombehind.”

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