Draco pushed his knees into the couch, straddling Timmy's waist roughly. The brunette's blue eyes widened as a deep crimson crept across his warm cheeks. The blond simply smirked as he grabbed the other's wrists and held them above his head. "I've always thought you looked cuter blushing." He whispered, his mouth mere centimeter's from the boy's ear.
Timmy was rather flustered. "Well, um…" he couldn't really think of a way to respond to that as his blush deepened. "Th-thanks, I g-guess." This was so strange. He almost thought he was becoming aroused, just by the position they were in. And Wanda's in my pocket! His heart was pounding in his chest.
Before Timmy could do anything about the fairy in his pocket, Draco had his warm lips pressed firmly to the boy's. A soft moan escaped Timmy's lips as his once wide, baby blue eyes closed. What is this feeling? He wanted to wrap his arms around his classmate's neck, to put all of himself into the kiss. Realizing that this really wasn't an option, he did what he could, arching his back slightly as he kissed the boy back.
Timmy felt Draco's lips curve into a smile against his own. A whimper threatened as the pale boy pulled away. "Like that, do you Turner?"
Call me Timmy! Stop with the last name! His mind screamed what he wanted so desperately to say. But then the gray eyes were closed as the warm lips were against his once more. Only this time, when the Hufflepuff tried to kiss Draco back, he was greeted with teeth on his lip. This sent shivers down Timmy's spine as another soft moan poured out of his lips. What a feeling, he thought.
Wanda felt the shiver from her place in Timmy's pocket. What's going on? She wondered, but didn't dare move or make any noise. After a moment or two, the boy's racing heartbeat seemed to quickly disappear.
Draco yanked the pajama shirt from Timmy's small form. He tossed it to the floor and stroked the boy's brunette locks. "You don't really need that, do you?" His voice was sweet, but the smirk on his lips was anything save for that. The Slytherin let his hand glide down the boy's face. Such soft skin.
Timmy shivered again, feeling the heat in his face. How does he do it? He thought, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. Maybe I'm just dreaming. After all, Draco hates me! His azure orbs opened, searching Draco's face. Dreaming's out. Was that lust in those beautiful, foggy eyes? Timmy didn't doubt it for a minute.
Draco brought his face close to the Hufflepuff's once more. He ran the tip of his tongue lightly along the boy's cheek. Timmy bit down lightly on his lip as the blond nipped his ear, holding in a soft groan. "How do you feel?" Draco whispered, pressing his body closer to the brunette's.
Timmy wasn't sure of what he should say. He didn't want to upset Draco, but he had never felt like this before. He really couldn't explain it. "This…this is like n-nothing I've ever experienced b-before." He didn't like the fact that he was stammering, but he couldn't help it. It was just the affect Draco had on him.
"Do you like it?" Draco breathed, his mouth hovering above Timmy's neck. He snaked his tongue out, swirling it around to make little circles. Yet another moan was pulled from the brunette's lips. He clenched his hands into fists for a moment. His body was just so sensitive. "Well, do you?"
Timmy's head was so clouded with this strange arousal that he couldn't remember how to nod his head. "Y-yes, I d-do," slipped from his lips, barely audible.
