“Youdon’thavetohideanything,”Draomurmured.HewaiteduntilPotterslowlylethisarmsfallbaktohissides.“Andyouthoughtthiswouldsaremeoff?”Draosaid,suppressingtheurgetoraiseaneyebrow.
Potterfrowned.“This,”heputahandonhisstomah,“usedtobeft.”
“Sosineyourstomahisn’tft,Ian’tbeinlovewithyou?Really?YoureallythinkI’dlikeyoumoreifyouhadabs?”
“Ithought—Ithoughtyoumightnot—notwantto—”
“OhPotter,believeme,Idowantto.Verymuh.”
BeforePotterouldsayanythingtothat,Draogotdownonhiskneesinfrontofhim.
“bsp;I?”heasked,hishandhoverPotter’sstomah.Foramoment,hethoughtPotterwasgoingtosayno.Anguishwaswrittenalloverhisfae.HestillseemedunsurewhenhegaveDraoaslightnod.
Carefulnottomakeanyhastymovements,DraoloweredhishanduntilitmadeontatwithPotter’sskin.Itfeltsodifferentfromhisown,alittlerougher,andhishandlookedevenpalerinontrasttoPotter’sdarkskintone.
HetraedtheshapeofPotter’sbellywithhisfingers,feelinghimstiffenwhenhereahedthepartwherehisstomahstukoutthemostoverhiswaistband.
“Stop.Pleasestop,”Potterroaked.
“Potter,there’snothingtobeashamedof.”
Hopinghewasn’toversteppinganyboundaries,hepedseveralkissesonhisbellybeforeheedhisarmsaroundPotter’smidriffandledhisheekagainsthisskin.Potterstoodperfetlystill;Draowasn’tevensureifhewasstillbreathing.
“You—You’rereallyokaywiththis?”hemurmured.
Draoliftedhishead,takinginPotter’sdumbstrukexpression.Hehoistedhimselfupwhileanothersmilereptontohislips.
“You’resuhanidiot.”HetookPotter’sfaeintohishandsandwaiteduntilhiseyeswerefousedonhis.“This,”hesoftlybrushedhisfingersarossPotter’sfae,“isn’twhyI’minlovewithyou.It’saniebonus,though.Averynieone.”HetappedhisindexfingeragainstPotter’stemple.“ThisiswhyI’minlovewithyou.”HelethishandwanderdownPotter’snekbeforehepressedhispalmagainsthishest.“Andthis.”IfDraohadn’tbeensonervoushimself,hewouldhaverelishedthefatPotterwasspeehlessyetagain.“Andallthis,”hetrailedhisfingersdowntoPotter’ships,whihhegrabbedwithbothhandstopullhimflushagainsthim,“iswhatmakesmewantyou.Very,verymuh.”PottermadeahokingsoundwhenDraogavehisbumaheartysqueeze.
Itfeltstrange,nowthatallardswereonthetable.Itwasequallyreassuringasitwasterrifying.
“Howomeyou’resuddenlysogoodwithwords?”Pottersaid,andDraonotiedhisfaewasabitmorerexed.
“I’vealwaysbeengoodwithwords.”
“But,usually,you’renotthatoutspoken.Andsttime,youweren’tas…bold.”