“whatdoyoumean?”

withoutresponding,draorawleduptohimandstraddledhiships.

“what?”potterspluttered.“youwantto—”hebrokeoffwhendraopurposefullyrubbedhisarseagainsthishardok.“merlin,drao!youan’tridemewhenthisisyourfirsttimebottoming.”

“whynot?”draoasked,urlinghisfingersaroundpotter’swrist.

“beause—beause—”

draosmirkedasheguidedpotter’shandtohisbaksideandleaneddowntobreatheagainsthislips.“fingerme,andthenwe’llseewhatianoran’tdo.”

pottermadeasoundthatalmostsoundedlikeasob.

“eon,fingerme,”hewhisperedintohisear.heheardpottermumblethespellhehadusedtoonjureupthelubeindrao’shand,andimmediatelyshiveredinantiipation.“oh!”

potter’sfingersweretentativeastheyrubbedhim.heheardpottermumblesomethingelsebeforehesuddenlyfeltarushofmagishootthroughhim.ah,right,leansingandprotetion.hegaspedandlosedhiseyeswhenpotterappliedmorepressure,sendingapowerfultingleuphisspineasheirleddrao’srim.

“howdoesitfeel?”potterwhispered,hisvoieraspy.

“itfeels…good,”draobreathed,furrowinghisbrows.“oh!”heplungedforward,butaughthimselfonhiselbows,whenpotterfinallypushedafingerinsidehim.

“howdoesitfeelnow?”potterasked.

“itfeels…”draoshivered.“itfeelsstrange.”

“goodstrange?”

“idon’tknow.”

potterseemedtobewaitingfordraotoadjust,towhihheonlysnorted.

“what?”pottersaid,soun

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