ath.“singandprotetionharms,”hesaidafteramoment.oh,thankmerlin!sodraohadn’tdoneanythingwrong.yet.

heawkwardlyresumedkissingpotter’sheeksandhesitantlybroughtafingertohisleft.slowly,hedraggedhisfiipalongthelengthandshiveredwhenpotterletoutadeepmoan.hewantedtohearitagain.grippedbydetermination,heslowlyleanedforwardandrepedhisfingerwithhistongue.

“fuk,”potteralmostyelled.draodiditagain,pressingtheftofhistongueagainstpotter’srim.butwhatnow?draothoughthard,untilhedeidedtomovehistonguelikehedidwhenhewaseatingieream.thatouldn’tbetoowrong,right?“ohfuk,drao!”

drao’soktwithedathearinghisnameinsuhabreathyway.itmadehimbolder,promptedhimtotwisthistonguethiswayandthatbeforehelosedhismoutharoundthepukeredskinandstartedtosuk.

“ah!drao,”pottereximed.

draomarveledatthesensationofpotter’srimflutteringbehhistongue.heusedthetiptodrawirlesaroundit,eliitingallkindsoffilthyanddeliioussoundsfrompotter,whih,inreturn,hadhisokthrobbingandleaking.

“merlin,drao,please,”pottergroaned,“useyourtongueoryoufingers,idon’tare,butplease—”

wait…what?

“you—”draopulledbak,suddenlyrealisinghowlightheadedhewas.sazar,heshouldhaveomeupforairsooner.“you—youwantmetopushmytongueinsideyou?”

“oryourfingers,idon’tare,ijustneed—ah!”