This: "Oh please," Teddy whimpers, forehead pressed to Harry's shoulder, hands coming to grip Harry's biceps, fingers digging into Harry's skin. Harry tightens his fist and pulls.
And this: Normally he would; he'd curl around Teddy's back and finger him lazily until Teddy grew hard again and begged for more, for anything.
But Harry is here, holding Teddy, stroking his palm down the curve of Teddy's spine, lips brushing over Teddy's temple, looking at Draco with something akin to guilt and need. Draco tears his gaze away.
That UST is on FIRE, and like, at the same time the fucking TENDERNESS with Teddy? OMG.
This: "Oh please," Teddy whimpers, forehead pressed to Harry's shoulder, hands coming to grip Harry's biceps, fingers digging into Harry's skin. Harry tightens his fist and pulls.
And this: Normally he would; he'd curl around Teddy's back and finger him lazily until Teddy grew hard again and begged for more, for anything.
But Harry is here, holding Teddy, stroking his palm down the curve of Teddy's spine, lips brushing over Teddy's temple, looking at Draco with something akin to guilt and need. Draco tears his gaze away.
That UST is on FIRE, and like, at the same time the fucking TENDERNESS with Teddy? OMG.
And this: "Teddy, language."
Because it's dirtyhotwrong!
Just...stop with this. Okay? LOL
And by stop, I mean write more!