“youdon’thavetohideanything,”draomurmured.hewaiteduntilpotterslowlylethisarmsfallbaktohissides.“andyouthoughtthiswouldsaremeoff?”draosaid,suppressingtheurgetoraiseaneyebrow.

potterfrowned.“this,”heputahandonhisstomah,“usedtobeft.”

“sosineyourstomahisn’tft,ian’tbeinlovewithyou?really?youreallythinki’dlikeyoumoreifyouhadabs?”

“ithought—ithoughtyoumightnot—notwantto—”

“ohpotter,believeme,idowantto.verymuh.”

beforepotterouldsayanythingtothat,draogotdownonhiskneesinfrontofhim.

“bsp;i?”heasked,hishandhoverpotter’sstomah.foramoment,hethoughtpotterwasgoingtosayno.anguishwaswrittenalloverhisfae.hestillseemedunsurewhenhegavedraoaslightnod.

carefulnottomakeanyhastymovements,draoloweredhishanduntilitmadeontatwithpotter’sskin.itfeltsodifferentfromhisown,alittlerougher,andhishandlookedevenpalerinontrasttopotter’sdarkskintone.

hetraedtheshapeofpotter’sbellywithhisfingers,feelinghimstiffenwhenhereahedthepartwherehisstomahstukoutthemostoverhiswaistband.

“stop.pleasestop,”potterroaked.

“potter,there’snothingtobeashamedof.”

hopinghewasn’toversteppinganyboundaries,hepedseveralkissesonhisbellybeforeheedhisarmsaroundpotter’smidriffandledhisheekagainsthisskin.potterstoodperfetlystill;draowasn’tevensureifhewasstillbreathing.

“you—you’rereallyokaywiththis?”hemurmured.

draoliftedhishead,takinginpotter’sdumbstrukexpression.hehoistedhimselfupwhileanothersmilereptontohislips.

“you’resuhanidiot.”hetookpotter’sfaeintohishandsandwaiteduntilhiseyeswerefousedonhis.“this,”hesoftlybrushedhisfingersarosspotter’sfae,“isn’twhyi’minlovewithyou.it’saniebonus,though.averynieone

本章尚未读完,请点击下一页继续阅读---->>>