𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

Chapter 9

From Chapter 8: The kiss quickly turned from tentative to demanding, and Edward drew Draco's body against his, hoping he had the restraint not to injure his lover after all this time apart. The taste of Draco's mouth and the fervor of his kisses threatened to completely erase all self-control. When Edward felt Draco's cock respond, hard and needy against his own, he growled. He thought possessively, mine.

How had he managed to stay away from Draco for so long, Edward wondered, running his hands down the wizard's back, pressing closer. Draco's arms wound themselves around Edward, and he silently thrilled at the warm feel of hands as frantic as his own. No one had ever touched him with such want. He groaned, pulling away from Draco's mouth to kiss his throat. The wizard responded with a quiet gasp.

"How long were you waiting?" Edward murmured, pausing to nuzzle against the soft skin with his lips and nose.

"Not long."

"I'm glad I caught you." The words hung heavy in the air along with the steam of Draco's breath. Edward wanted to tell the wizard many things—how he hadn't wanted to leave, how he'd missed him—but decided not to voice the sentiments.

"Indeed," Draco replied. "I don't like to be kept waiting." He ground his cock into Edward's hip to emphasize his meaning. "Can we go inside?"

Still reeling from their kisses, Edward grabbed his bag and hoisted it on his shoulder; only then did he realize Draco had a bag with him as well. A secret thrill shot up Edward's spine. Could he be planning to stay?

"Let's go."

Once inside the dark cabin, Draco illuminated his wand. With a quick flick of his wrist and a muttered incantation, the fire roared in the grate. Edward stood to the side, suitably impressed. The two considered each other as the room began to warm. The fervor of their reunion settled into awkwardness amidst all the words left unspoken.

Edward didn't know what to say; luckily, Draco broke the silence first.

"Why did you go to London?"

"I had a little shopping to do," Edward motioned to the bag. "It was nice to be in the city for a change . . . but I'm glad to be back." He added the last bit as an afterthought, wanting Draco to understand that Edward had missed him, even if he couldn't say it out loud.

"Oh, I'm sure," Draco drawled. "It must have been positively painful being separated from this splendor." He gestured around to indicate the setting, but Edward knew the wizard well enough by now to understand he was fishing.

Edward smirked. "Oh, this place isn't all bad. It has its perks." He glanced back at Draco meaningfully, but the blond didn't take the bait.

"Hmm. Somehow I find that difficult to believe."

"Don't."

Draco glanced away from Edward's gaze, and the latter swore he detected a hint of color redden his lover's cheeks.

"But what are you doing here? Why did you come back?"

"I recognized I was being a bit . . . unreasonable." Draco's shoulders rose and fell with a barely audible sigh. "And frankly, you're about the only one I can stand being around at the moment."

"High praise." Edward rolled his eyes.

"You also give fantastic hand jobs," Draco replied, not missing a beat.

Edward chuckled and stepped closer. He was pleased Draco no longer seemed angry with him, but recognized his own culpability. "I shouldn't have let myself watch. I'm sorry. I just found it difficult to look away—"