Crash!
It wasn't as if he didn't understand the term 'homosexual', or even all the other ones, like bisexual and pansexual and asexual. He knew exactly what all of them meant.
All of his friends would pester him and tell him he was one or the other, leaning more towards the homosexual, and given his past, this was probably true, but he knew in his heart that he only agreed with them to keep the peace.
He couldn't quite understand that some people were bisexual, not exactly having a preference. That didn't sit well with him. I mean, you either like cock or not. Or. You liked cunt or you didn't. Why would you expose yourself to enjoying both, when you knew that only one of them had a tight grip on you?
An all consuming passion to claim you. To own you.
That the feeling of being 'sexual' in any language consumed you, if you were to find the right bed partner who would cater to your every need, and you both understood what you wanted from each other in the bedroom.
It was all quite confusing really. Ever since his fourth year, he had began to question his sexuality, and had so experimented. There was nothing that held any delight for him in any of his endeavors. There was just no magic - excuse the pun - and there certainly wasn't any passion.
Just a quick fuck to relieve stress and to feel good after.
No! If Draco Malfoy was anything, he was none of the above. He was not homosexual, bisexual, pansexual or asexual.
If anything, he was Pottersexual.
My God, the man had a glorious chest!
He had seen Potter working out and he had to admit that it was probably illegal in many countries to look that delicious while doing it. The sweat running down his well chiseled torso, his thick muscular thighs that were so tanned and smooth. The way he would wear his hair in a bun because it would irritate his eyes while on the treadmill.
His big hands that he was certain could pin anyone to any surface, and often many times hoping and wishing that it would be him. His green eyes striking, totally focused on the job at hand, whether he was cycling, running, laughing with his friends, or even slaying dark lords.
He loved watching Potter. The man had certainly changed after graduating from Hogwarts. Fuck, they all had! He was taller, bulkier and he carried a sense of pride with him always.
Especially when they had to attend functions. And of course after watching the hero for so long, he had come to realize two things.
One - Potter hated attention.
Two - The man was built like a god - and Draco wanted him.
He didn't care what the cost was - he wanted to be owned by him, even if it was just once. Although, if he remembered correctly, Potter didn't do casual fucks. He had never been seen out with different people at any given time, and once when he had been asked about his love life, the answer had been mysterious.
"What love life?"
He also knew that Potter had called it off with the Weaslette, so if he were a betting man - which he was - he was going to stake quite a bit on Potter being blown away at the next function. He wanted to steal the man's breath away by looking so beautiful, Potter will have no other choice but to look and pay attention.
They had become cordial with each other after the trials and whatnot, but Draco found himself wanting more. More of that body, more of that smile, more of those striking eyes holding him in place.
In a sense, he was ready to take what he wanted, and not go down without a fight. There were days that he had seen the savior look at him with a look that spoke volumes, although he never could quite place it.
