ghimselfup.

potterslowlyreleasedhisokwithapopandgavehimazygrin.“already?”

draowastoofargogivehimasnappyretort.hewastoobusyathinghisbreath.

“hey,um…”potterbegan,brushinghisfingersthroughthegoldenhairsaroundthebaseofdrao’sok.“iknowyouwantedmetotop,err,youknow,sttime,but…”

“but?”

“i’mkindofinthemoodfor…”

“for?”drao’spulsequikenedyetagain.

“yourok.”

draostaredathim,hismouthhangingopen.“yeah,that’s—imean,sure,if,um,ifthat’s…whatyouwant.”sweetmerlin,ifhewasn’tareful,hewouldomerightnow,alloverpotter’sfae.ohno,no,no,wrongimage!wrongimage!

“isitwhatyouwant?”potteraskedhesitantly.

insteadofanswering,draograbbedhisfaeandgentlypulledhimupintoakiss.hemadeagurglingsoundwhenpottermoanedintohismouthandpressedtheirhipstogether.fuk,ifpotterkeptmovinglikethat,thefunreallywouldbeoverbeforeithadevenstarted!

“isthatayes?”potterbreathedagainsthislips.

draoletoutagroan.“idon’tareaboutanythingelse,”hewhispered.“aslongasit’syouandme.”

potterpulledbak,astonishmentwrittenalloverhisfae.fuk.thathadn’tbeenwhatdraohadwantedtosay.atleastnotinsuhasealway.asalways,itwasompletelypotter’sfault.howwasdrao’sbrainsupposedtoworkproperly,giventheseirumstanes?