For Paula, because this is all her fault.
For the OTP boot camp with the prompt breathless.
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Charlie walks into his flat, the scent of ingredients assaulting his senses. He quickly sheds his coat and shoes, and places his keys in the bowl. Upon entering the kitchen, he sees Draco preparing ingredients for a potion. But what has him concerned is that Draco looks exhausted. There are bags under his eyes, and his hair is messy, as if he's been running his hands through it.
Draco doesn't look up as Charlie stands behind him, even though Charlie knows that Draco is aware of his presence. Charlie wraps his arms around Draco's waist, and rests his head on Draco's shoulder.
"I don't want to talk," Draco says without prompting. He continues what he's doing, determined to ignore Charlie.
Charlie, however, isn't one to be ignored. "I know what you're trying to do," he whispers, his lips ghosting against Draco's ear. He feels Draco shiver slightly. "It's not going to help."
Draco shrugs. "I just want something to make me stop thinking for a while and to exhaust me, Char. So just let me do this," he says, continuing to cut.
Placing his hands on Draco's, Charlie stops his movements. "I can think of a more…satisfying way to make that happen," Charlie grins. He presses a feather-light kiss against Draco's neck. "I can make it where my name is the only thing you remember."
Draco laughs and turns around to face Charlie. "Arrogant, are we?" Draco asks, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Is it arrogance when I know I can do it?" Charlie retorts. He grins at Draco. "Besides, I rather like it when my name is the only thing you seem to know." Before Draco can say anything, Charlie presses a hard kiss against Draco's lips. "So what do you say?" he asks, pulling back.
Draco turns away from Charlie. "Later. I need to finish this potion," Draco says. But Charlie knows he's only doing it to frustrate him. And yet, it still seems to work.
Charlie isn't giving up. He leaves a trail of feathery kisses against Draco's neck. "The potion can wait; I can't. Working graveyard shift because of Zoe," he murmurs against Draco's skin. Charlie can feel his temperature rising, but Draco perseveres through his task, as if Charlie isn't turning him on.
"That is why you should be in bed," Draco replies.
"Only if you come with me," Charlie says cheekily. His implication doesn't go unnoticed.
Then he bites Draco's neck, causing him to give a breathless sigh. And Draco's self-control snaps. He presses his lips against Charlie, his hands snaking their way into Charlie's hair, pulling at it slightly. It's all the conformation Charlie needs as he pulls Draco's shirt over his head. He's not even worried about making it to the bedroom, because Draco knows just how to wind him up.
A/n – thanks to my lovely wife, Cassie, for beta-ing this for me!