Draco sighed and stretched in the shade of the apple tree. The leaves dappled the sun, lighting up patches of pale skin, a green tie thrown carelessly to the side, and a perfectly green apple resting in the palm of his hand.
He ran his thumb over the smooth skin. There was not a single flaw on it. No bruising, nothing marred the perfection that was this apple.
Draco brought it to his lips, his breath ghosting lightly over it. Should he bite it? It would be a shame to ruin such perfection.
He sunk his front teeth into the apple, sighing in satisfaction as the sweet yet sour juice coated his tongue. So worth it.
He bit off a chunk of the apple, licking the trail of juice that dribbled down his chin. Draco moaned softly.
He wanted to savor the rest of the apple, he really did, but he couldn't help it, he devoured the rest of the apple quicker than he thought possible, juice running down his face. He moaned again, the core of the apple slipping from his fingers. He fell back, chewing slowly.
Draco heard a rustle from the bushes. Draco jolted upright, staring at the place from which the noise had come.
"Who's there?" he tried to ask, but it came out garbled. Pieces of apple flew everywhere.
There was another rustling, this one louder, and Potter fell out of the bushes, his eyes wide and mouth agape.
"Potter? What the bloody hell- oh."
There was a rather large tent in the front of Potter's pants and his pupils were blown wide.
Draco smirked and stood, moving as gracefully as he could muster. With a sensually raised eyebrow, Draco reached up and plucked another apple off the tree.
Author's Note- This is just a little Drarry/Drapple to get me away from the (mostly angsty) Hetalia fanfiction I've been writing entirely too much of lately...
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