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Title:Enraptured
Author:CrazyParaKiss
For:SubtleFire
Rating:PG-13
Word-count:190
Disclaimer:Neither of the characters are mine. I own a car and a house, that's about as ambitious as I'll ever get.
There was nothing more fantastic than shagging Harry Potter. Draco was certain there was nothing nearly as exquisite, not anywhere on the planet—and Draco should know as he had tried most of the delicacies the earth had to offer.
In the morning light that spilled through cracks in his heavy drapery Draco watched the shadows that caressed Potter’s skin. Golden skin that spoke of lust and sin—skin meant to tempt Draco into kneeling before Potter, palms upturned, with stripped pride as he offered his once enemy the world.
Yet, every time he presented Potter anything he desired the git smiled as if the suggestion was enough, and all Draco could do was stare in wonderment as Potter kissed him and curled closer or dashed off like a teasing river sprite.
“I love you,” he said to the naked form, half shadowed half lit, in his bed. Potter shifted and Draco thought he’d woken. The even breathing never faltered and Draco smiled to himself for worrying that a whisper would wake his companion who often proved to be a heavy sleeper. “More than I’ll admit Potter—I love you.”
Author:CrazyParaKiss
For:SubtleFire
Rating:PG-13
Word-count:190
Disclaimer:Neither of the characters are mine. I own a car and a house, that's about as ambitious as I'll ever get.
There was nothing more fantastic than shagging Harry Potter. Draco was certain there was nothing nearly as exquisite, not anywhere on the planet—and Draco should know as he had tried most of the delicacies the earth had to offer.
In the morning light that spilled through cracks in his heavy drapery Draco watched the shadows that caressed Potter’s skin. Golden skin that spoke of lust and sin—skin meant to tempt Draco into kneeling before Potter, palms upturned, with stripped pride as he offered his once enemy the world.
Yet, every time he presented Potter anything he desired the git smiled as if the suggestion was enough, and all Draco could do was stare in wonderment as Potter kissed him and curled closer or dashed off like a teasing river sprite.
“I love you,” he said to the naked form, half shadowed half lit, in his bed. Potter shifted and Draco thought he’d woken. The even breathing never faltered and Draco smiled to himself for worrying that a whisper would wake his companion who often proved to be a heavy sleeper. “More than I’ll admit Potter—I love you.”
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