Red Wine - White Linen | D.M

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I sat down on the shower floor, consumed by the warm droplets spraying on my back.
Now Draco was momentarily gone the potion effects were somewhat manageable to push behind. I glanced at my arm, it felt empty, no more angry red skin, just fading scabs and scars. Although they were fading my canvas was no longer blank, it wasn't the same flat skin that once was. It wasn't the same.
I strayed down to my thighs, suddenly getting the urge to remember how it felt to draw on a flat surface, an empty surface. My adrenaline spiked at the thought, my favourite feeling. I'd been sat in the shower for approximately half an hour and I at least had another half until he was back. The thought of it made my abdomen flutter.
I heavily got up, the weight on my mind taking toll on my body and within minutes I was in Draco's cabinet, moving aside his toiletries to the pack of shaving razors he thought he'd hidden well.

I sat on the closed toilet seat and pulled my towel up, taking the time to draw out the neatest, straightest red lines. It felt good.

I cleaned myself up swiftly.
It never happened.

-

I was lead on the bed when the door handle went. Still in a towel it was tucked neatly around my chest, covering the new art on my upper thigh.
The potion was still in play but no where near as strong as before, it was perfect, not overpowering anymore but the view of him entering the room still made my skin tingle. My cheeks warmed at the boldness of my actions earlier.

"Don't you dare go all shy on me now." He frowned. "Almost couldn't go into my meeting, it wouldn't go down."

He put his stuff on my side and stopped to look at me. His gaze made me physically heat up. Walking towards me he grabbed my face and turned it towards him. "You're so beautiful." I tried to turn away but he held me close. "You're so fucking beautiful you don't realise how beautiful you truly are."

"Liar." I smiled softly unintentionally.

He shook his head softly, removed his hand and loosened his belt, taking it off completely and chucking it behind him. I eyed his belt line and his skin where he'd half untucked his shirt.

"How was the meeting?" I changed the subject.

He sat himself down next to me.

He grabbed the towel around my chest, using it as a lever to pull me towards him effortlessly.
"It's still working isn't it?"

"No." I bit my lip as he trailed his hand down the thin towel from my boobs to my waist.

"Liar, I can see it in your eyes."
He moved his hand between the towel straight in between my legs, moving one finger down he immediately felt how wet I was, covered.
"And I can feel it."

I moaned, the first intense touch making me melt into him. His eyes glued to mine as he explored me a little more. He began using two fingers to slowly rub my clit in slow circles. My breaths became heavier as the pressure intensified and I moaned harder.
"Steady," he kissed me. "I'm not ready for you to finish yet." He kissed me again even harder, sliding two of his fingers down and then inside me. I moaned inside of his mouth while he pumped inside me slowly, his thumb now massaging my clit.
I fisted his shirt then moved my hand down his trousers, palming him over his boxers. He bit my lip and groaned.

"Draco please."
He pulled his fingers away and tilted his head back because I had moved below his boxers, touching him with bare skin. "Please what." He smirked.

"I want you to fuck me."

"I have a name. He panted, grabbing my towel."

"Draco. I want you to fuck me Draco."

He groaned and moved my hand away and took off his trousers. I flicked my wands to the curtains making it dark inside.
"I want to see you." He grumbled, now taking off my towel, revealing me completely.

"Tough, you can feel me instead."

He positioned his hand next to my head to hold himself up on top of me, other hand on his cock, using it to tease me near my entrance.
I used my legs to straddle his waist and when he'd positioned the tip I pulled him inside with my legs.
He groaned intently and began kissing my neck, pumping inside of me harder.

A little while later I clamped my legs tighter as he whispered in my ear how tight I was, how I was the best it had ever felt.

"Stop. I need to pull out." He mumbled between breaths.

"I don't want you to" i moaned

He looked at me with pure lust in his eyes, grabbing my freshly cut thigh. He didn't notice.
"Don't say that, I'm going to cum and I want to inside of you." His hand was shaking, I knew he was close.
"I need you to cum inside of me Draco." I pulled him closer with my hands and my legs while he groaned again. "Please."

That's what did it for him.
"Fuck. I'm-"

He grabbed my shoulder as he fell against me now skin to skin as he did his last pump. The low lustful moan coming out of his mouth made me cum right along with him.

-

I was falling asleep cozy under the sheets when I heard him get up and put sweats on.
I was in a daze, cozy and I wasn't thinking much.
I could hear the birds chirping from the window he'd just opened.

It was rare that I felt at peace, a moment where my bad thoughts went to sleep. When I went like everything was going to be ok-

"Where's this fucking blood from Keaton."

I look up to see him looking at his hand. The hand that had neat little blood lines dried onto his skin.