I don't know what I did to awaken this sadistic side of him, but he's really enjoying humiliating me. Still… It feels amazing. I… Don't dislike it at all.
That penetrating gaze threatened to trap me again, but I sought refuge behind my hands. This, of course, displeased Draco as he pounded into me. He took one of my wrists and pinned it to the bed beside my head.
"D-Draco…" I pleaded as I peered up at him.
"Touch yourself," he instructed. Shock froze me momentarily, but the pleasure coursing through me distracted me. Hesitantly, my free hand inched down between us.
With all we'd done already, I couldn't understand why it was so embarrassing to have him watch me pleasure myself, but once I'd taken myself in hand, all rational thought left me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I felt my back arch up off the bed. My toes curled behind Draco's waist as I twitched and writhed beneath him. The crescendo of my own voice was loud in my ears, but his own grunts and moans swelled up to harmonize with me.
"Oh, fuck…" Draco's exclamation drew my bleary eyes up to his face, where they attempted to focus through the pleasure. Light perspiration had broken out on his knotted brow as he watched my hand move. Despite how scrutinized I felt, not a moment later, I was crying out in ecstasy. Draco's hips came to halt flush against me as he twitched, and I felt him erupt inside me. A strangled cry of his own broke on his lips, and the euphoria washing over me seemed to pulse in time with my own erratic heart. We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, but eventually he withdrew his arm from under my leg and leaned both arms on either side of me.
My legs relaxed on their own as we both fought to catch our breath. A drop of sweat dripped from Draco's brow onto my cheek, and he finally released my wrist to wipe it away.
"Sorry," he apologized as he carefully withdrew himself from me and flopped down beside me. My thighs were aching as he found his wand and cleaned us up. "I… I don't know where… That came from…"
My inhales and exhales were still coming too quickly for me to speak. Neither could I formulate any words, so heady was the lingering euphoria.
"Are you alright?" He asked, suddenly leaning over me on one elbow, concern knitting his brow. I could only nod, a weak smile on my lips.
"Full of surprises," was the extent of my speaking ability at the moment. With a huff of laughter, Draco dropped back onto the bed.
"There's probably… Plenty more… Where that came from," he slurred exhaustedly.
His whisper in my ear echoed in my head, 'Tell me you're mine.' If I could've blushed any harder than I already was, I would've. Shamefully, I curled against him and hid my face against his ribs. His arm accepted my body into him as his hand came to stroke my back. As we lay there, a sort of dread clenched my gut.
He's finding more and more ways to turn me on and tease me. I've got to do the same so he doesn't monopolize the power balance between us.
There's already a power imbalance, though, isn't there? I summoned my wand to my hand, for chrissake. Maybe… It's only fair he have this kind of power over me.
Draco sat up suddenly. I eyed him curiously, and found a deliberating frown on his face. Instead of asking, I merely watched as he took his wand back in hand, and stood. I had to lean up on my elbow to watch as he lifted his wand, back toward me, and uttered,
"Expecto Patronum."
A small sputtering of light emitted from the tip of his wand, and my eyebrow raised. He, however, was jubilant.
"Holy shit, did you see that?" He turned back toward me, pride and excitement shining in his eyes.
"I did! Bravo." He said he's never been able to produce a Patronus, but… Did he use the memory of what's just happened? "What memory did you use?"
Here, he turned bashful as he came to sit back on the edge of the bed, turning his face from me again.
"The r-rooftop of the manor."
Oh…
I cleared my throat as I sat up beside him.
"That… Probably isn't enough for a spell as strong as that."
"Obviously, I see that now, but… It was more than I've ever done before."
He frowned down at his wand, and I took his hand in mine.
"You should be patient with yourself."
"You know, I…" His cheeks suddenly darkened as he glanced away from me. "I've never… Fallen in l-love with anyone before, either…"
Beneath the initial shock of hearing these words, an exultant pleasure burst in my chest.
"Not even with Rodolfo?" I had to ask.
"Textbook infatuation. Nothing more." He answered simply before finally returning his unsteady gaze back to me.
At least we get to share each others' firsts of something. I cursed this thought as soon as it surfaced in my mind. Instead of replying, I leaned in to press my lips to his. This kiss was sweet and tender, like night and day difference with the previous kisses we'd just shared.
He's as scared as I am. That's encouraging, at least.
Once we'd pulled away from each other, we exchanged smiles.
"You're incredible," he declared.
"So are you," I shot back.