—didisaysomethingwrong?”draomurmured.hehatedfeelinginseure.buthehadnoideawhatpotterwasthinking.

“um,no,”potterroaked.“but,giventheirumstanes,i,err,thinkitwouldbeeasierifyouweretheo…err…”

“time,”draosaid,immediatelymentallysppinghimself.thesetwowordsrevealedmuhmorethanhewasreadytoadmitoutloud.

“okay,”potterwhisperedanddrao’sheartstopped.okay.funny,howsuhasimplewordouldmakehimfeellikehewasflying.

feelingmuhbolderandened,heputahandonpotter’shestandleanedloser,untiltheirnosesweretouhing.

“howdoyoulikeit?”hewhispered,hopingpotterdidn’thearthequiverinhisvoie.hedidn’tknowwhatmadehimmorenervous,theprospetofpottertellinghimwhathewanted,orifhe’dsimplyshowedhim.theantiipationwaskillinghim.

potterpyfullynudgeddrao’snosewithhisownandthen,todrao’ssurprise,heslowlytraeddrao’sbottomlipwithhistongue.

“likethis,”hesaid,huskily,grabbingdrao’shipsandkissinghiminawaydraohadneverbeenkissedbefore.itwasasthoughpotterhadjustpulledhimdownuer,leavingdraogaspingforair.heneverwantedittostop.beforeheevenknewwhatwashappening,potteryankedoffhissuitjaketandpulledhisshirtoutofhistrousers.draoalmostyelpedwhenhefeltpotter’sfingersagainsthisbarestomah.obviously,potterdidn’twanttowasteanymoretime.hewhirleddraoaroundandstartedsukingonthebakofhisnek,hiseretionpressingagainstdrao’sarse.fuk,thiswasjustlikeinhisstdream.

“you—youwanttotakemelikethis?”draoroaked,unthinkingly.

“merlin,yes,”potterbreathed,hishandsdartingdowntounbuttondrao’strousers.itonlytookafewseondsuntilhishandwasshovedinsidedrao’spantsandhishandwasedarounddrao’sok.