“Patience.” Draco works that one finger past the knuckle, crooks it and twists. He fucks Teddy slowly before he adds a second, waiting until Teddy accepts him. His voice is low, soothing. “I’m going to get you loose, Albus,” Draco murmurs. “Get you so loose that you can take me in one stroke, so I can pound into you. We’re going to make the bed shake, and you’re going to come from me fucking you.”
The entire time, Draco’s fingers stroke inside of him, first two, then three. Teddy shudders at the sensation, his body rocking, cock pressed against the comforter. “I’m ready,” Teddy tells him. “Please, I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” Draco’s fingers slip free with a slick pop, and Teddy whines at the loss. “I think you might be, look how loose you are.”
Draco lines up, the head of his cock thick and bulbous. Teddy breathes through it as Draco presses in, his body giving way to grant him entrance. Then oh fuck, Draco pushes in hard and he’s seated bollocks deep, hips pressed against Teddy’s arse.
Teddy’s so full, so fucking full, and it’s Draco fucking him.
It’s bloody amazing.
“There we go.” Draco rocks back, thrusts hard, and Teddy cries out from the friction. Draco doesn’t hold back, hips snapping as he fucks into him, fast and deep. Every swaying motion grinds Teddy against the bed, and it isn’t going to take long.
Teddy grunts as Draco twists his hips, and pleasure washes over him. “Fuck, Draco, fuck….” Teddy groans as he comes, tightening down, thighs stiff and back bowed. Fingers press against his hips and Draco stills behind him, warmth flooding Teddy from the inside.
Teddy slumps forward with a sigh. He feels the loss keenly when Draco withdraws, and is surprised when Draco tugs him up onto the bed and lies behind him, front pressed against Teddy’s back, one arm thrown around him.
Fingers stroke through Teddy’s short, spiky hair. It’s gone back to its usual color and style in the aftermath of the orgasm, in those brief moments when Teddy lost control. “I can put it back,” he says.
“You look better like this,” Draco tells him quietly. “Ted….”
“You don’t have to say anything.” Teddy doesn’t want to know what this meant, what it means going forward. It doesn’t have to mean anything, really. It’s just this once, and he knows it. This one thing he could do for Draco.
“Yes, I do.” Draco’s fingers curl against Teddy’s cheek. “Thank you, for giving me the one thing I couldn’t possibly have. And for giving me yourself, which is an even greater gift.”
“If it’s such a good gift, maybe you should keep it.” Teddy bites his tongue after the quip slips free, dreading the silence that follows.
“Perhaps I will,” Draco muses, and warmth spreads in Teddy’s belly. He relaxes back against Draco, accepts the moment for what it is.
“I can be whoever you want me to be,” Teddy offers quietly.
Draco touches his hair, his cheek, rests his head on Teddy’s shoulder. “As lovely as it was, I think perhaps you ought to just be you from here on out.”
Hope is heady thing, pleasant and warm. “I think I can do that,” Teddy agrees. Anything, as long as he has a chance.
The entire time, Draco’s fingers stroke inside of him, first two, then three. Teddy shudders at the sensation, his body rocking, cock pressed against the comforter. “I’m ready,” Teddy tells him. “Please, I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” Draco’s fingers slip free with a slick pop, and Teddy whines at the loss. “I think you might be, look how loose you are.”
Draco lines up, the head of his cock thick and bulbous. Teddy breathes through it as Draco presses in, his body giving way to grant him entrance. Then oh fuck, Draco pushes in hard and he’s seated bollocks deep, hips pressed against Teddy’s arse.
Teddy’s so full, so fucking full, and it’s Draco fucking him.
It’s bloody amazing.
“There we go.” Draco rocks back, thrusts hard, and Teddy cries out from the friction. Draco doesn’t hold back, hips snapping as he fucks into him, fast and deep. Every swaying motion grinds Teddy against the bed, and it isn’t going to take long.
Teddy grunts as Draco twists his hips, and pleasure washes over him. “Fuck, Draco, fuck….” Teddy groans as he comes, tightening down, thighs stiff and back bowed. Fingers press against his hips and Draco stills behind him, warmth flooding Teddy from the inside.
Teddy slumps forward with a sigh. He feels the loss keenly when Draco withdraws, and is surprised when Draco tugs him up onto the bed and lies behind him, front pressed against Teddy’s back, one arm thrown around him.
Fingers stroke through Teddy’s short, spiky hair. It’s gone back to its usual color and style in the aftermath of the orgasm, in those brief moments when Teddy lost control. “I can put it back,” he says.
“You look better like this,” Draco tells him quietly. “Ted….”
“You don’t have to say anything.” Teddy doesn’t want to know what this meant, what it means going forward. It doesn’t have to mean anything, really. It’s just this once, and he knows it. This one thing he could do for Draco.
“Yes, I do.” Draco’s fingers curl against Teddy’s cheek. “Thank you, for giving me the one thing I couldn’t possibly have. And for giving me yourself, which is an even greater gift.”
“If it’s such a good gift, maybe you should keep it.” Teddy bites his tongue after the quip slips free, dreading the silence that follows.
“Perhaps I will,” Draco muses, and warmth spreads in Teddy’s belly. He relaxes back against Draco, accepts the moment for what it is.
“I can be whoever you want me to be,” Teddy offers quietly.
Draco touches his hair, his cheek, rests his head on Teddy’s shoulder. “As lovely as it was, I think perhaps you ought to just be you from here on out.”
Hope is heady thing, pleasant and warm. “I think I can do that,” Teddy agrees. Anything, as long as he has a chance.