He felt the strong hands gently caressing the rope, stringing and winding it tight and comforting around his legs into an intricate pattern. He looked beautiful, the words almost slipping from his loosened tongue but catching on the edge of his teeth. He remembered the rules; No sound, or no orgasm.
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Groaning he woke up, the bright light a little too much for his sensitive eyes. Fucking lenses. He knew he should have simply went with the glasses, but for a night out trying to seduce a man he knew he had better have clear sight and no accesoires that could be either lost or crushed. He had learnt the hard way over the course of a few years.
He stretched his back, sitting up straight while the blankets slipped slowly off the bed. Another night without dick, another day another chance. His regular bars were getting a little boring he had noticed, nearly not enough meat walked in anymore. Maybe it was because of that Lucas starting rumours about him and his loose hips, or it could have been the Julias who had almost kicked his ass if it weren't for the drinks he had been feeding him all night..
"Sacre bleu! Le putain pain, putain! Merde, merde, merde!" Sounds of baking tins and a mixer floated into his attic bedroom, his headache doubling at the thought of having to clean the kitchen and fix bread at.. what's the time? Fucking hell.. 10 in the morning on a saturday.
He stood up and debated wether to put off facing the battlefield that is their shared kitchen or to face it while on his way to some paracetamol. The second sounded better, and so he grabbed his robe off the door of his closet and wrapped it around himself, revelling jn the warmth before strutting down the stairs.
"Em I swear to gods, if you have fucked up my good mixing bowls once again I will have your head. And please tell me you didnt use the good eggs?"
Emmaine turned around with the mixing bowl in her hand, her face pulling into an awkward smile. "Draco, darling, I didn't know you were able to get up this early in the morning. Especially after a night like yesterday. Is that a hickey I see forming there?" She adjusted her posture and stood fidgeting in front of the counter. Like he hadn't noticed the eggshells of his good and fresh eggs broken behind her.
Draco sighed, stretching his back once again and yawning. He had stopped trying to always look perfect in front of her once they shared one common goal. Getting people of their own sex into their bed on a friday and saturday evening, since relationships were tedious, boring and "too long for a good time!"
He took out his wand, which had been hidden on top of the cooker hood last night. "I assume this is once again another try at your worthless bread recipies?" He looked her strict in the eye, something he wasnt able to do for long, seeing the hufflepuf in front of him had her trics to get him to do things for her. Like baking bread.
"It's not worthless, its for Agatha." She threw the mixing bowl with weird looking batter into the sink. It didnt even stick to the mixing bowl and crumbled into the sink like some severely dehydrated moss chunks. Her shoulders sagged and she walked around the kitchen isle collecting trash and failed batches of bread, shoving them into a trashbag that had been prepared before she had even begun her quest for bread.
"I understand." Agatha had been the center of the conversation each time they met in the kitchen for about two weeka non-stop now. Blue hair this, strawberry dress that, muffinshop this, adopted cats and chicks and mice and a dog that. The cottagecore dream every goth woman apparantly dreamed of. Agatha was a sensitive subject. So he stood up a little neater, flattened his flowy robe with his hands and cleared his throat.
"I propose a deal. You get me twelve of those good eggs, a strong cup of coffee and one of those delicious breakfast bagels from around the corner, and I will first have a shower and dress myself apropriately, then bake you a bread while you watch and try not to embarrass yourself. And please darling, tell me that this hideous thing isnt what you'll wear on your date today?"
