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fifty-five | intimate

erm some cheeky stuff in this ig? 

if you've read wmid you should know i dont write smut cuz wtf how do i even

anyways

i do write the cute shit before smut

im not good at it but enjoy 

LMAO GUYS I TRIED WRITING SMUT FOR THE FIRST TIME AND BRO I ENDED UP W 2000 WORDS OF SOME.. INTERESTING SMUT LMAOAOAOA

anyways hbd to anna ml this is ur bday gift

~no pov

Harry was sober the next morning, but hadn't mentioned anything from the night prior. He did remember parts of it, but didn't want to talk about it any further. Assault wasn't shameful, but he felt ashamed regardless.

i fucking told someone

i told him.

He looked at his sleeping boyfriend and frowned. Did he ask to do that with him last night or not? Would Draco want him? Was he good enough?

Harry stood up and went into the en-suite quietly. He realised that doing that with him meant he'd have to show Draco his body. His body wasn't in any way perfect.

No one had seen Harry even slightly exposed. Not since he was a child, of course. The only person who'd seen him shirtless was Vernon, and that was because he was an abusive git who likes belts.

he saw the scars in the locker room.

Harry forgot about the locker room incident. Draco suspected it back then, would he be suspicious now? 

fuck, we're overthinking this. get it together harry.

He couldn't help himself from searching Draco's cabinet, looking for a pretty piece of silver. After making a few red lines, he decided he'd just keep his shirt on. Simple, right?

Draco didn't ask questions most of the time. He knew when to let things be. Harry loved that about him. His worries, along with some of his blood, had been drained from him. He felt at peace, and it was much better.

Harry was going to get intimate with Draco. He was ready.

"What'd I tell you last night?" Harry asked. "Other than, um, you know, Louis."

"You told me that you wanted to make Christmas Eve a good day for you. You said you wanted to sleep with me, and I told you I wasn't going to get your consent whilst drunk."

unconscious people do not want tea.

Harry smiled. Consent was the bare minimum, but after everything he'd been through, he appreciated it greatly. 

"Well I'm sober. I want to."

Draco picked Harry up and put him on his lap so that the brunet was straddling him. "Are you sure, love?"

"Yes, Draco, I'm sure." 

The blond smiled. "Anything you don't like, tell me to stop. Any time you're uncomfortable, tell me to stop. I will listen to you, Potter. Please don't forget you have a voice."

Harry felt his heart melting, because Draco was the best boyfriend he could've asked for. He knew he could trust the boy, but this made him trust him more. No one else made him feel as safe as he did, and Harry loved it.

Harry loved him.

But it was too soon to say that, right? And bad timing, maybe.

"I know, Draco. I'm okay now, I swear. You don't need to treat me like I'm glass."