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She rematerialized them on a street very similar to the one they’d just left, though this one was lined with neatly organized three-floor townhomes.
He took his time releasing her, easing up the pressure from his palms but gliding his fingers down to her hips, skimming through the material of her dress where it swished against her thighs.
She quirked an eyebrow at him appreciatively. “Very nice, Malfoy.”
He returned the expression. “Likewise, Granger.”
She rolled her eyes but looked pleased nonetheless. “I’m just up here,” she told him, leading him two doors over and up the front steps.
Inside was what he suspected the inside of Granger’s brain looked like. If she ever took up Occlumency, he was sure she’d be uncrackable, assuming there was a complex organizational rubric that only she knew the rules of guiding her interior decorations.
Her design scheme was cohesive enough, if one considered books a design scheme. He’d only stepped through her foyer and glanced into the front room and the living room beyond, but already had seen more books than he ever had outside of a bookshop or library.
“Do you think you have a book I could read?” He asked dryly, craning his neck to see the additional shelves that framed her front window.
“Oh, of course. The library is upstairs,” she said, completely missing his sarcasm as she stepped out of her heels.
“You have a library on top of all this?” He laughed. “Come here.”
He couldn’t wait a moment longer, pulling her towards him by her waist and ducking down to kiss her, though the first touch was more smile than proper kiss. He rectified it immediately, slanting his mouth against hers and kissing her with feeling. She responded instantly, winding her arms around his shoulders.
“Sorry,” he murmured when they broke apart. “Should’ve asked first.”
She shook her head. “No need. I want you to kiss me.”
So he did, drawing her face to his with a hand on her jaw. He brushed his tongue against her bottom lip and she opened to him. A jolt of arousal shot through him at the soft touch of her tongue against his. She tasted sweet, a combination of the wine and crème brûlée they’d shared.
Her hands had wound their way into his hair, fingers carding through the white-blonde strands in a caress light enough to be soothing but insistent enough that his blood was beginning to divert to a more recreational location.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she breathed.
“You sure?” He ran his thumbs soothingly down her sides, hands resting over the swell of her hips.
“Very.”
Well then.
He nodded, kissing her again. She let him then pulled away, interweaving her fingers with his to tug him down the hallway toward her stairs. Her bedroom took up most of the top floor, the remainder consisting of a bathroom and closed door he assumed was another bedroom, likely teeming with additional volumes.
There were fewer books in her bedroom, which wasn’t to say there were none. He almost displaced the stack on her bureau when she pressed him against it, kissing him again.
His hands started out gentlemanly enough, holding her around her waist, but as her mouth and tongue working him up, they slid of their own accord to her arse.
He palmed her, groaning into her mouth as the act pressed her snugly against where his cock was thick and heavy in his trousers. He felt like he’d been half-hard for hours and the pressure of her pelvis against it eased the vague ache that had begun to throb through him.
She hummed a pleased sound against him, swaying her hips to confirm what she’d found. His fingers dug into the flesh of her arse at the grazing sensation.
Her hands trailed from where they’d been teasing the soft hairs at the nape of his neck down his throat and to the top button of his shirt. She slid it through the buttonhole and then bent forward to press a kiss to the side of his neck. She undid another and explored the revealed skin of his collarbones with more kisses.
He stared at the ceiling, wondering for the umteenth time if he’d hit his head and was actually having an extremely vivid hallucination.
He looked down sharply at the sensation of her tongue wetting the skin of his pec. He huffed a sound that might’ve been a laugh if his throat wasn’t so tight.
“Like that?” She asked, dragging her little pink tongue across his skin again. He inhaled through his nose, nostrils flaring.
She undid another button, the last she could follow with her tongue before needing to either bend down or…kneel. He’d fantasized about that enough times that he knew seeing her kneeling before him, mouth on his skin, was a quick way towards disappointing her, so he mitigated that embarrassment by enacting his own exploration of her chest.
He swept her hair off a shoulder with an intentionally lingering brush of his fingers against her neck, then trailed his fingers down the slim length of muscle to where it tapered off in front of her throat. She paused her hands, holding onto his shirt. Encouraged, he dipped his hand lower to trace his index finger slowly along the curve between her collarbones and then down the pathway of her sternum. His fingers paused just a hair’s breadth away from her breast.
“Is this okay?” He checked.
“Yes.” She pressed herself forward into his waiting hand. He cupped her, squeezing enough to enjoy the supple residence and then easing off.
“You have fantastic tits,” he told her reverently.
“Thank you, Draco.” She leaned up and licked a soft, wet stripe up his throat. He squeezed her again reflexively, perhaps more firmly than he meant to, at the double sensations of her tongue. His name sounded good in her mouth, especially when she said it so breathy and low.
She hummed a pleased sound against his skin at his rough grip. She was both everything and nothing like he’d expected.
He felt warm, almost overheated. He wanted to take his clothes off. He wanted to take her clothes off. Unbidden, his hand slid from her breast to the strap of her dress, pulling half off her shoulder before he realized what he was doing.
“Sorry,” he blurted.
She chuckled. “It’s okay. Go ahead.”
He hesitated. “You’re sure this isn’t too fast?”
“Is it for you?”
He was sure. “No.”
She raised an eyebrow. “And do you think I’d let you do anything to me that I didn’t want?”
He was even more sure of that answer. “No.”
“So stop holding back. This is my official declaration of consent. I trust you know I’ll make you aware if that ever changes.”
She’d somehow known exactly what to say to relax him. She was absolutely right: he didn’t doubt for a moment that the second he did something she didn’t like, she’d let him know. She certainly had the power to stop him, even without the use of her wand.
And anyway, he wasn’t some untamed beast who would lose his mind and not listen if she told him no. Rather than put him on edge, scared to accidentally cross her line, he felt suddenly free.
But he must have paused for too long after her statement because she rolled her eyes and said, “Here,” before reaching behind to unzip her dress. She pulled the straps down, the bodice pooling around her trim waist, leaving her completely bare from her navel to her nose.
What had he been saying? About not being an untamed beast?
The sight of her naked breasts, full and flushed and tipped with delectable little rosebud nipples, had awoken something inside him. His mouth literally watered.
“Fuck, Granger,” he ground out. “Warn a man. Merlin.”
She looked rather pleased with his reaction, the tops of her cheekbones flushing the same pretty shade as her tits. “Go on,” she encouraged when he was still just staring at all the skin she’d unveiled for him. “You can touch me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He closed the distance between them, hands drawn like magnets to her breasts. She felt even better than she had through the dress, her skin soft and tender and so fucking feminine he wanted to…he needed to…
He leaned forward, nudging her nose with his then dropping a soft kiss to her mouth, her cheek, her jaw. He worked his way down her neck, pausing for a dizzying moment right below her jaw where her scent was richly concentrated, her perfume but also the floral notes of her hair and the delicate, musky scent of the faint perspiration he’d begun to draw out from her. It was a heady combination. He licked the spot, hungry for her, then continued his descent.
He sucked a rosy mark into the first soft swell of breast. His tongue felt wet against her skin, saliva pooling in his mouth at the taste of her. He wanted to devour her. Fuck, he wanted his mouth all over her. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and she moaned.
“Feel good?” He asked, cupping her other breast with his free hand. She clutched the back of his head, holding him against her.
“Do it again,” she gasped.
He did, stiffening his tongue as it circled her and then licking a firm stripe right across the tip. Her fist tightened in his hair and his cock throbbed. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, hard, in retribution and she keened.
“Oh, that’s so good.”
He groaned in response, her pleasure driving his own even higher. He reached behind her, finding the zipper and lowering it the rest of the way so he could tug her dress all the way off. Her knickers were lacy and he had to swallow hard lest he tear them off her, beast as she’d made him into.
“Get on the bed,” he told her, releasing some of the tension coiling in his body with a sharp swat to her arse.
She squeaked then giggled. “In a minute. I’ve always wanted to do this.”
Her hands found his belt, eyes dropping a moment later to watch herself slide the fine leather loose from the belt loop and then the front half of the buckle. She stretched the end taut in order to flick the prong free from the hole then pulled the buckle free.
By the time her fingers had alighted on his zipper, he was straining against it so fervently, she had to work at it a minute to get the teeth to separate. Her tongue darted out to wet her lip as she pulled his trousers open, eyes intent on the ridge of him now restrained only by his black boxer-briefs.
The way she was looking at him, appraising him, was sparking a match against a needy little place in him. He found he desperately wanted to hear what she thought of him.
But before he could find the words to ask, she reached forward and dragged the pad of her thumb over the head of his cock, pressing against the damp spot he’d made against the fabric. He hissed in a harsh breath, his cock jerking in response to her light touch.
“Gods,” she breathed. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
Salazar below. She could do whatever she wanted to him.
His voice was gravely, eyes on her hand. “Been wanting to fuck me for a while, have you?”
“Merlin, yes. Well, I’ve wanted your cock for a while, one way or another. Your trousers do such a nice job drawing the eye.”
“Oh?” His tailor was going to be getting an obscene tip. “Well go on, love, take what you want.”
She sucked in the corner of her lower lip, scraping the plush swell of it with a flash of sharp, white teeth.
“Vying for a little act of service?” She quipped, grinning teasingly at him when she found his eyes glued to her mouth. She coupled the taunt with a confident squeeze over his boxer-briefs, fingers mapping the shape of him with a few exploratory strokes.
“Your mouth on me would be a fucking gift,” he corrected roughly. “But one that I want to earn.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Sex isn’t transactional, Malfoy. You don’t need to earn a blowjob.”
“I want to.” He really did, too, the neediness edging its way into his voice, unbidden.
She fixed him with a penetrating look that morphed slowly into one of understanding. And then she smiled knowingly at him. “Oh. I see. And how would you like to prove that you deserve my mouth on you?”
He clenched his jaw. She was too clever for his own good.
When he didn’t reply, she pulled her hand off him to finish her earlier task of unbuttoning his shirt.
“Perhaps you’d like to give me a massage? Or make me come on your hand?” She mused, hands working deftly down the placket and then pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms. “Or are you more of the reciprocal type?”
He had to swallow the saliva that had flooded his mouth at the thought of getting his mouth on her cunt. It was an act he had spent innumerable hours learning and perfecting, at first just to be courteous because he really, really liked getting his cock sucked but then later because he found he had a knack for it where apparently a lot of men didn’t. He liked being superior to others, obviously, but really his success was largely due to his legitimate enthusiasm for it.
“Fuck yeah, Granger,” he said, “Let me lick your pretty little cunt and if I do it well, you can suck my cock.”
She raised her brows. “I like how you negotiate.”
She pushed his trousers down and then walked him backwards to her bed, rotating them so that it was her back that landed on the mattress.
He took a moment to commit to memory the absolute vision which was her sprawled on her creamy white sheets, curls awry, skin flushed, covered only by her sinful little lacy knickers.
He leaned over her, supporting himself on a raised arm as he kissed her soundly. He made to lower himself down her body but she halted him with a little noise. He glanced up and saw she’d brought her hand towards his face.
She dragged her thumb across his bottom lip and murmured, “Open.”
He did and she slid her two middle fingers into his mouth.
“Get them wet,” she told him.
He sucked them into his mouth, stroking his tongue against the undersides. She watched, rapt, until he deemed them wet enough and opened his mouth to present them to her on his tongue. He watched as she brought them between her legs and dipped below her knickers, swirling her fingers around her clit, the motion made easy by his saliva.
He groaned. “Fuck, that’s it, Granger. Get your cunt nice and acquainted with my spit. You’ll be fucking dripping with it soon.”
She whined, circling with intent.
He let her make two more passes and then batted her hand away. “That’s enough. My turn.”
He pressed her legs open with a hand on each thigh. “I like these knickers, Granger. Did you wear them for me?”
“I put them on knowing I’d see you, didn’t I?”
“Hmm.” He pinched the soft skin of her inner thigh to show her how much he appreciated her sass. She squealed and tried to close her legs but he was stronger, keeping them spread. “I’m going to take that as a yes. Have you been imagining what it’ll do to me to see you in them?”
She squirmed, as much as she could under his hold, and admitted, “Yes.”
He stroked a hand down the front of the lace where it gave way to silk, down to where she’d soaked the gusset. “It seems like you liked those thoughts.”
“Yes,” she panted. He was quite pleased with himself to have reduced her to positive, monosyllabic responses already.
“You like knowing that seeing you in these is making me so hard it hurts?”
“Yes.”
He raised an eyebrow, rubbing the knuckles of his left hand up and down her slow drag. “You like seeing me hurting for you, Granger?”
“So…so fuck me,” she whined. “I’ll make it better.”
He chuckled, working his fingers up to tuck under the waistband. “I’m going to, if you’ll let me. But you’re going to come first.” He stripped the knickers down her legs. He had to squeeze himself to ease the sharp throb that pounded through him at the sight.
“Circe,” he swore. “You’re so wet, Granger. I don’t even have to touch to know that I’d sink right into you.”
“Draco,” she hissed. “Merlin. Please.”
He tutted. “Not yet. I’m going to taste you first, remember?”
“Yes.”
He laughed, inordinately pleased with how receptive she was to him.
“That was rhetorical, love,” he teased, then lowered himself down to his knees, leaning his torso over the foot of the bed and sliding his arms under her thighs so that her legs draped over his shoulders.
He eased her into his touch, hands stroking the soft skin of her pelvis and then skimming down to hold the tops of her thighs, dropping open mouthed kisses from her knee to the seam of her. He grazed his lips against her but then carried on to trail wet marks down her other leg.
“Why do I feel like you’re about to destroy me?” She groaned as he reversed his path to return to center.
He smirked against her, flicking his tongue along her in a teasing stripe. She squealed.
“Because you’re a smart fucking girl,” he told her, then got to work.
Her hips rocked against his mouth at his first proper lick into her and he pressed his fingers into her hips to keep her still. He watched her from his southerly position, getting a sense of what she liked.
She was a bossy, needy little thing, squirming to get him where she wanted him, but once he figured her out, she let go and let him lead.
He mostly ignored her clit, paying it only passing attention until it was swollen and ready for him. When he finally closed his lips around it, she let out a high whine. He sucked until her eyelids fluttered, then memorized the pressure that had caused it and eased off, pressing the flat of his tongue against her clit in a slow circle to temper the building pressure.
“That’s how I’m going to make you come,” he told her. Then dragged his tongue along the length of her, the implication clear: but not yet.
She pushed her hands into her hair with a low groan, rocking her cunt against his tongue in a show of desperation he quite liked. He let her find the rhythm that she wanted and then held her down and replicated it.
He could tell she was getting close, her movements more desperate and less controlled, the pitch of her noises climbing higher and higher. He leaned his weight on an elbow to slide a forefinger inside her to get a feel for just how close she was. She bore down on it instantly, so hard he thought for a moment he’d accidentally triggered her orgasm. But then her walls relaxed and she whined.
Ah. Very close.
“You feel so ready, baby,” he told her, withdrawing his finger and sucking it clean. “Time to come.”
He felt perilously close himself but ignored his throbbing cock, fixated wholly on getting her off. He slid his thumb into her to give her something to squeeze on, curling his fingers around her arse to hold her where he wanted her. He stretched his other hand up to grope a breast, toying with her nipple, then dedicated himself to her destruction, winding her tighter and tighter with his tongue until her walls were squeezing around his thumb and she was gasping in little breaths of desperate anticipation.
He hummed a groan against her then sucked her clit into his mouth. She came almost instantly, moaning brokenly and trembling under his hands. He eased her though it, keeping her stimulated until she relaxed.
He stroked her nipple a final time then reunited his hands on her thighs, holding her open so he could admire his work. She was indeed dripping just as he’d promised, her cunt swollen and pink and glistening from his mouth.
He inhaled a calming lungful through his nose, resisting the urge to bury himself in her. His cock was leaking freely now, his boxer briefs uncomfortably damp and tight.
“Gorgeous,” he told her, stroking his thumbs soothingly on either side of her cunt. “You come so beautifully.”
She let out a shuddery laugh, staring at her ceiling for another breath before she levered herself up to a sit. He helped her, hands sliding up to her waist.
With him on his knees, she was slightly above him so she grabbed his jaw with both hands, tilting him up to kiss him. Her mouth opened against his to sweep her tongue across his bottom lip, tasting.
“That was incredible,” she told him between kisses. “You’ve earned yourself absolutely anything that you want.”
His chest swelled under her praise. He could hardly decide what he wanted first.
“You choose,” he told her.
She hummed a thoughtful little sound against him, then drew back, scraping her teeth lightly against his lower lip, sending a fissure of pain-tinged pleasure through him. “Stand up.”
He did, leaning a knee against the foot of her bed between her legs when she pulled him closer. She tugged his underwear down and let out a strangled sound, half moan and half awe.
“Draco,” she breathed. “Oh Merlin, look at you.”
He didn’t need to. He could feel it, had been suffering because of it for what felt like hours at this point. Nevertheless, his eyes dropped at her words.
His cock was so hard that the rosy tip of it was bobbing against his abdomen, leaving little wet marks on his skin. He was practically dripping, strings of his arousal leaving tracks down his shaft. With a soft finger, she traced the vein on the underside which had been pulsing urgently practically as soon as he’d first dipped his tongue inside of her.
As she trailed her finger up to the head, it released another glob of precum. Granger looked enthralled, her eyes following as it dribbled down.
When it slid down over his frenulum, she met it with her tongue.
He clenched his jaw so hard his teeth hurt, his balls pulling up tight. Fuck. Fuck.
She watched his reaction as she gave him a second, kittenish lick. “You have the most delectable cock I’ve ever seen,” she told him, eyes on his and tongue darting out a third time. “You’re going to feel so good inside me.”
She let out a needy little whimper and he tried not to collapse as his knees threatened to buckle. She stabilized him with a hand on his thigh, bringing her other up to wrap around his base. She gave him a comforting little squeeze.
“When’s the last time you came?” She asked him sympathetically, stroking her hand up in a loose fist.
He was too far gone to even consider stretching the truth. “This afternoon,” he grit out.
She looked appropriately surprised. “So recently? And yet you’re like this?”
“I wanted to take the edge off but,” he broke off in a groan as she slid her fist back down. “But I don’t think that’s even possible when it comes to you.”
She quelled a smile with her teeth but he could see that he’d pleased her. “What a lovely thing to say. You really are a lovely boy, aren’t you? And so good with your mouth. I’m not sure I’ve ever come so hard. But Merlin, just looking at your cock is making me flutter. I bet you’d like to feel it, wouldn’t you? My needy little cunt squeezing tight around you?”
He tried to hold it but her inquisitive little murmurings and coaxing hand had absolutely done him in. On her next upward stroke, he felt himself slip past his last vestige of control, his entire body tightening with excruciating tension.
“Oh, fuck,” he hissed. “Ah, you’re making me come. Fuck.”
She was quick to react, eyes flicking up to his face as she stroked him more firmly, angling him so that he painted her chest with three thick stripes, the fourth and fifth pulses coating her hand.
She hadn’t even probably sucked him, just a few licks and the gentle touch of her hand, and he’d exploded like a fucking teenager. His chest heaved as he worked to even out his breathing.
“Words,” he said, finally giving up and sinking to his knees, dropping his forehead onto her thigh as he panted. “My language is words.”
To anyone else it would’ve sounded like post-orgasmic gibberish but she just hummed an agreeable sound as she combed her fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck. He could hear the smile in her voice, like it was cute he thought he had to inform her. “I know.”
Did she? He hadn’t.
“Acts,” he said next, suddenly certain. “Yours is acts.”
“It is.” She sounded genuinely pleased.
Happy.
He could work with that.
“Sorry,” he offered on his next breath, turning to rest his cheek on her thigh and glancing up at her. He could see where his cum had streaked down across her chest and onto her tits.
“For what?”
“I didn’t mean to come already.”
She stroked his temple, tracing his hairline down to behind his ear and raised her eyebrows incredulously. “I hope you’re not apologizing for getting into such a state just from going down on me. That was quite literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She seemed sincere but he couldn’t believe it could be true. “Really?”
“Yes, Draco.” She stroked his jaw. “Out of interest, what’s your refractory period like?”
“With you?” He smirked. “Give me ten minutes.”
She grinned. “I suspect I’ll give you anything you want.”
He leaned up to reach her mouth, kissing her sweetly and soft. “All I want is you.”