This: They found their rhythm; together and apart, together and apart, and Harry was beginning to see stars. His whole body felt hot, his mouth clumsy on Malfoy’s skin, his hand clumsy on Malfoy’s cock. Malfoy was crying out under him, hot and tight around him; Harry stroked the silk and bone of the corset, feeling Malfoy work for every gulp of air.
So fucking alive! I swear I felt heat and smelled sweat.
That: “And after doing that to me, you can’t think you’re going to leave without having another go.”
“Actually, I thought I’d leave with you. My house has a bed. And thick walls.”
Malfoy looked around. “What happened to my trousers?”
“You won’t need them,” Harry said, then he took Malfoy’s hand and Apparated.
The whole ending portion was so in character and yet so full of personality that the books only hinted at. And that thread of humor, the shared idea of doing this again, and enjoying it again, together...so lush, I wanted to bite Draco's nipples myself!
So fucking alive! I swear I felt heat and smelled sweat.
That: “And after doing that to me, you can’t think you’re going to leave without having another go.”
“Actually, I thought I’d leave with you. My house has a bed. And thick walls.”
Malfoy looked around. “What happened to my trousers?”
“You won’t need them,” Harry said, then he took Malfoy’s hand and Apparated.
The whole ending portion was so in character and yet so full of personality that the books only hinted at. And that thread of humor, the shared idea of doing this again, and enjoying it again, together...so lush, I wanted to bite Draco's nipples myself!
Seriously well done! A gift for us all!