Canvas
By: Silver Hunteress
Disclaimer: I am not J.K.R. I do not own these characters, I do not profit from writing these characters, I just like playing with other peoples toys.
Warnings: Implied male/male sex, implied Gryffindor/Slytherin sex, improper use of art utensils (or creative use your pick)
Pairing: Dean/Draco (yes in that order, I luffle bottom!Draco)
A/N: Started this in late August/early September and finally finished it
A/N 2: About the pairing, I really have no excuse beyond the aesthetic prettiness of it, but also Dean seems like a fairly laidback, easygoing guy which is what postwar!Draco will definitely need. The two of them have been tickling my brain for a while.
Summary: Dean makes use of a canvas and Draco's not thrilled about it.
Draco awoke to a slight tickling sensation as something cold and wet trailed across his chest. He groaned a bit before opening his eyes.
"Why in Merlin's name are you painting on me, Thomas?"
Dean flashed a dazzling white grin at his model cum lover, "I wanted to."
Draco just arched a brow at him before sighing in resignation and muttering something unflattering about Gryffindors. Dean's grin widened before he turned back to the patterns across the bare chest, green this time, a leafy vine motif spreading from the blonde's right hip.
Draco was a work of art on his own, long graceful limbs, soft milk-white skin covering lithe sinewy muscle smoother than any surface he'd worked with before, the barest hint of color showing up with amazing clarity.
The artist shifted to better decorate Draco's left leg, which obligingly lifted to rest on Dean's shoulder when asked. Dean turned to kiss Draco's ankle in thanks even as a curl of the vine formed by the knee and he wondered if there was film left in his camera.
Draco always was Dean's favorite canvas.
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