Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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''Good morning,'' She whispered, lying on her stomach and admiring the boy sleeping next to her. She could never wait for him to wake up on his own. She always woke him before he had a chance to peel his eyes open, ''Theo—''

He gave a groan, silently so, but it caused her insides to tickle, her lips arching up in a smile, ''Really?'' He sighed, smiling himself at her fingers in his hair, ''Every damn morning, yeah?''

''Yes... Theo!'' She squealed out as he hastily wrapped his arms around her, flipping them around and nailing her to the mattress, ''Don't—''

''Don't what, love?'' He finally opened his eyes, locking them in hers. He had that lazy look, his lids heavy, his skin warm and flushed. She could look at him forever, ''You said that I should keep my hands to myself, but what about you—''

Isla bit down her lower lip, trying to conceal the growing smirk, ''It's hard when you look like that.''

''Look like what?'' He grinned, knowing exactly what she meant, ''What do I look like, Isla?''

She couldn't speak. He had her in such a hold, ''I don't—'' She managed, ''You look like...oh?''

His head dove to her bare chest, brushing his nose along the tender skin, ''What?'' He kneeled back, kissing her stomach in the process, ''You said to keep my hands to myself,'' Placing both of his palms onto the mattress, ''You never said anything about my mouth.''

''You just woke—'' Isla groaned at the last word, feeling how he disappeared underneath the covers altogether, ''You just woke up, Theo— oh my—''

He nudged her thighs apart, opening her up for him as he sunk down between her legs, brushing his mouth over her underwear. He grunted, ''Fucking hell, Isla... silence the room.''

''Theo—'' She folded the edge of the sheets away from them, looking down at him, ''Are you sure? I don't want you to feel bad—''

''Feel bad about what?'' Theodore caught the hem of her underwear between his teeth, dragging them down over her hips as she lifted herself, helping him to get them off, ''Feeling as bad as he did when he fucked you? I don't think either of us feels bad about it, Isla. It's not a competition. If I want something, I take it. If you want something, you'll take it, and if he wants something, he'll do the same. I don't hold either of you responsible for sleeping together as long as you're honest with me about it. I can't really blame him, can I? You're irresistible. Why should we feel bad all the time when I can make you feel so good.''

Her body was burning at his words, the way he was so mature about all of it, no matter how hard she made it for him, ''So that leaves it up to you. I will never touch you if you don't want to.'' Leaning back a bit, he gave her an honest look, ''If you don't want what I want, you tell me, alright? If you don't want this, tell me, and I'll stop. I need you to feel safe.''

She smiled, her elbows propping her up, ''You know that I want you, Theo. I always want you, but I just don't want you to regret anything.''

''I would never regret being with you,'' Theodore reached up, his arms flexing as he hovered her, speaking close to her mouth, ''I don't want to feel bad. I don't want him to feel bad, and I don't want you to feel bad, Isla, but if you do — we'll stop. You know I'll stop if you want me to. We'll go down, eat some breakfast, and I'll show you the lake, it's not far from here—''

Her back nearly arched as he was speaking. Never did she think those words could have such an effect on her, ''I don't want to stop....''

Theodore pushed his lips to hers before he licked and sucked and bit his way down her chest, leveling her core and once again groaning at how soaked she was for him, ''Then you better silence the room, love. Don't want to make the rest jealous, do we?''