Worth the Wait
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
AN: Done for the A Wild Pairing Appeared! [Daily Speed-Writing Competition]
The fine-tipped brush trailed a sleek line of indigo ink along the sleek line of Blaise's shoulder blade. He twitched again at the sensation of the delicate niffler fur gliding over his skin, earning himself a moue of displeasure and a sharp swat against his bare backside.
"Stop your fidgeting," Draco admonished, "You'll mess up my lines."
Blaise let out a gusty sigh and stilled, but for the minute twitches of his muscles and the measured rise and fall of his ribcage.
"You know," he said, his tone conversational, "When you told me to strip naked and get onto the bed I bloody well thought you were going to show some kind of follow-through."
"This is a kind of follow-through," Draco insisted, adding another sweeping flourish to a cranberry-red spiral.
"No, love, this is torture. A special kind of torture where you wind me up and then let me spiral down into uncomfortable boredom, and then do it all over again."
"Mmm," hummed Draco. "Hold still or I'll tie you down."
"You see," Blaise complained, and Draco could see the dramatic gesture that wanted to accompany that tone of voice in his mind's-eye, clear as day, "That right there should be the prelude to a kinky shag."
"Oh, it is," Draco drawled, leaning in so that his breath skated over the shell of Blaise's ear and then following the resulting goose bumps with his paintbrush. "I want to watch you suffer. To tease like this, slow and easy and consistent, winding you up and taking you down. Tormenting you until you're spread out and begging me for it."
Blaise shivered, a tremor that wracked his frame and his hips twitched into the mattress tellingly.
"Mmm, very pretty Blaise," he said, pressing a lingering kiss to the nape of his neck, "Now do stay still."
Blaise groaned.
"It'll be worth the wait. I guarantee it."