“Whatdoyoumean?”
Withoutresponding,Draorawleduptohimandstraddledhiships.
“What?”Potterspluttered.“Youwantto—”HebrokeoffwhenDraopurposefullyrubbedhisarseagainsthishardok.“Merlin,Drao!Youan’tridemewhenthisisyourfirsttimebottoming.”
“Whynot?”Draoasked,urlinghisfingersaroundPotter’swrist.
“Beause—Beause—”
DraosmirkedasheguidedPotter’shandtohisbaksideandleaneddowntobreatheagainsthislips.“Fingerme,andthenwe’llseewhatIanoran’tdo.”
Pottermadeasoundthatalmostsoundedlikeasob.
“eon,fingerme,”hewhisperedintohisear.HeheardPottermumblethespellhehadusedtoonjureupthelubeinDrao’shand,andimmediatelyshiveredinantiipation.“Oh!”
Potter’sfingersweretentativeastheyrubbedhim.HeheardPottermumblesomethingelsebeforehesuddenlyfeltarushofmagishootthroughhim.Ah,right,leansingandprotetion.HegaspedandlosedhiseyeswhenPotterappliedmorepressure,sendingapowerfultingleuphisspineasheirledDrao’srim.
“Howdoesitfeel?”Potterwhispered,hisvoieraspy.
“Itfeels…good,”Draobreathed,furrowinghisbrows.“Oh!”Heplungedforward,butaughthimselfonhiselbows,whenPotterfinallypushedafingerinsidehim.
“Howdoesitfeelnow?”Potterasked.
“Itfeels…”Draoshivered.“Itfeelsstrange.”
“Goodstrange?”
“Idon’tknow.”
PotterseemedtobewaitingforDraotoadjust,towhihheonlysnorted.
“What?”Pottersaid,soundingalittlenervous.
“Just…moveyourfingerorsomething,”Draosaid.
“Okay,but…tellmeifithurts.”
Itdidn’t,buthewasalmostsureitwouldatsomepoint.Hewilledhimselftorex,butheouldonlyorateontheunfamiliarsensationofPotter’sslikfinger.Hestartledwhenwarmlipsweresuddenlypressedagainsthisolrbone.Niediversion,Potter,hethoughtwithagrin.ThewayPotterwasgaspingandmoaningagainsthisskinsentheatthroughhim,andbeforeheknewit,hefoundhimselfmovingintherhythmofPotter’sfinger.
“Oh,itfeelsgood,”hebreathed.