“um,howmanypeoplehaveyoubeenwith?”heaskedquikly,leaningaw

“youmeanbeingrough?ormetakingaokupmyarse?”potterughed.mesmerisedbythesound,draosimplynodded.thatmadepotterughevenmore.“sure,ilikeitroughsometimes.bothreallydependonthesituation,though.”hisfaeturnedmoreseriouswhenhiseyesfounddrao’s.“orthepersoni’mwith.”

“ime,weweredoingitintheshowerandineededtogotostmungo’s,beauseidisloatedmyshoulder.”

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“thatsoundshorrible,”draosaid,hastily,bendinghiskneestohidethesuddenbulgeinhistrousers.hequiklyemptiedhisgss,thefirewhiskeyburninghisthroat.“isthathowyoulikeit?”heblurted.

overwhelmedwasakindwaytodesribehowthosewordsmadedraofeel.heouldn’tbreathe,ouldn’tthink.withoutknowingwhathewasdoing,heinhedlosertopotter,untiltheirshouldersweretouhing.bad,verybadidea.

potter’slipspartedandheletoutashakybreath.hisgazewasintense.toointense.andyet,draoouldn’tlookaway.heatwasoilinginthepitofhisstomah,makinghimsquirm.itonlygotworsewhenpotterpressedhisshouldermorefirmlyagainstdrao’s.ohno.theyweredrunk.surely,potterhadnoideawhathewasdoing.ifhedid,hewouldn’tbesittingthislosetodrao,staring—sazar’sballs!—staringathismouth.allthattalkabouthavingsexwithwoodhadprobablyturnedhimonenoughtoshutdownhisbrain.draoneededtothinkofsomething.now.

draoinwardlygroaned.thethoughtofpotter,wet,pushedagainstthetiles,moaningandbeggingformore…

’smindwerenothelping.