First of all, this is so cleverly written. The way you twist language is a joy to read. Secondly, ohmyGod, this is hot. I approve of the dirty talk and the bonding - the way they can feel each other's intensity of feeling. It is amazing. I hope they can perfect that spell they mentioned at the end. And lastly, despite being clever and hot - this story also has a wonderful heart and good messages about love and choice. This, this is perfection:
Going a little pink, Draco dropped his gaze.
He used to do that all the time, but for the last five years or so, he hadn’t. Harry hadn’t realized quite how much he’d missed it, the way it used to send that thrum of desire straight down from heart to groin because God help him, Draco looked shy. He looked so uncertain and—and—God, here Harry was fetishising, but he looked virginal, because there was a part of Draco that was secret and vulnerable and quite strongly convinced that no one could ever want him, and he never showed anyone that.
He never showed anyone except Harry, who got to see all that fear and desperation for acceptance and—and approval, because here was something else Draco didn’t show: he liked to be praised. He liked to be petted and soothed and told that he was good, that he was loved, and Harry had been so glad when that shy, uncertain look finally stopped appearing in Draco’s eyes. It meant that Draco finally believed what Harry had been trying to tell him for years: that he loved him. Draco finally understood that someone could love him, completely and unconditionally, just for who he was, and so these days he hardly ever blushed, and always met Harry’s eyes.
Obviously, I love this story. Thank you, mystery author!