chapter 1 - first taste
Author's note: i wrote this as a joke to try and make my friend laugh. i apologise for the lack of capital letters; it appears i am allergic to the shift key. please feel free to tell me if you like it/love it/hate it/want me to kill it with fire.
draco malfoy was in an adventurous mood. he felt… odd. a little hungry, perhaps. sitting in a comfortable armchair in his room, book in hand, it was a bit strange that draco should be feeling so restless. his grey eyes roamed around the room once, and then twice, absently looking at each item of furniture in turn, until his eyes fell on his bedside table.
and, more importantly, what was on his bedside table.
round, plump, shiny, and such a bright green colour. indecently delicious-looking, the apple was so tempting. in an instant, draco had stood and, in a few paces, made his way over to it. he could only stand to look at it for a few seconds before his hand, almost of its own volition, shot upwards and clasped it greedily.
draco ran his finger over the smooth skin. it was cool to the touch, but so sleek, the perfect roundness was flawless. it had, almost a gravitational pull, an allure which draco himself was powerless to resist even as he tried. a voice, what little notion of conscience he had left in the back of his mind, assured him of how... how wrong this would be. but still, he did not slow, approaching the shiny surface.
his pale lips slightly parted; his tongue was the first to make contact, and he repressed a shudder as it glided over the green skin. the first touch was so stimulating, so, so, arousing, he knew suddenly that he would not be able to stop. already, the anticipation of the taste of the sweet, tangy juice hidden within had caused his mouth to fill up with saliva.
he felt a slow drip venture out of the corner of his mouth and make its way down his chin, suddenly meeting with the surface of the apple and sliding sinfully downwards. from that moment, he knew what he wanted; for his own fluids to mix readily with the apple's, and the shocking suddenness of his desire snapped his mouth into action.
he widened his lips and bared straight, white teeth, shivering in a need so strong it was almost pain. the bite which followed was like magic; it was euphoria; the indescribable taste of the apple's juice, so fresh and young, flowing into his willing mouth. the crispness was just perfect, and draco almost moaned in delight as he invaded the soft, inner flesh beneath the apple's bright green shell.
chewing ferociously, desperate to bring himself to the peak of taste, he felt the apple sliding over his tongue and through his mouth until the taste was hitting his every receptor; at the height of his arousal, he swallowed, taking a perverse delight in the feeling of the apple sliding down his throat, so smoothly, so perfectly.
exhausted, draco slumped back in his seat, clutching the apple, which now had a round bitemark in the centre.