"Three words, nine letters," he snarls, arm curling around my waist as he pulls me closer.
Leaning into me so I can feel his hot breath against my ear, Draco lets out a guttural growl, "say it."
I tremble at his command, a mix of fear and excitement causing my body to react all on its own. To his touch. To the sound of his voice. To what I know will happen next when I stand my ground and refuse his order.
"No," I jut my chin out, making as much movement as I can while being in such close proximity and still in his grasp. "I won't say it."
Feigning surprise, Draco lets go for a moment before pulling me in tighter. "Are you sureee about that, sweetheart?" He purrs, and it takes everything in me to keep from dropping the jig and tearing his clothes off right then and there.
Instead, my eyelashes flutter. "Well, you're going to have to make me." I get out, drawing out the words that I know both of us have been waiting to hear.
"Oh, is that so?" Draco smiles playfully, his devilishly handsome smirk en route to making an appearance.
"I can do that," he draws his words out now. "I can do that very well."
And then, without warning, he is between my thighs, forcing me to lean back against the nearest doorway and hold on for balance.
"Uhh Draco," I can barely muster out as I feel the wet heat of his tongue expertly weaving its way around my insides. Finding a good rhythm, he's pulsing in just the way I like as I try hard (and fail) to keep from squirming and thrusting forward to meet the magic that he is working with his tongue.
Up down, up down. The firm flicking of his tongue creates a fiery knot in my stomach and my body is just begging me to find a way to release it. Because it knows I can. And it knows just how amazing it will feel once I do.
Up down, up down. The squirming of my hips work to match his rhythm and it's like a whole new level of fire inside of me has been unlocked and is threatening to burn me alive if I don't find a way to release it.
By now, I am close and all I can do to keep from falling over is grip onto his hair —oh his beautiful platinum hair— and hold on for dear life. His tongue —oh his wonderful, magical tongue— has become perfectly in sync with the involuntary rocking of my hips and it is pushing me over the edge.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my— Dracooo," his name is the last thing I moan before I succumb to the sensations, spasming in place with one hand on the doorframe behind me and the other still interlocked with the golden hairs on the beautiful boy in front of me's head.
Triumphantly, he waits it out, with a good ten or twenty seconds going by until my body is fully out of spasms and my muscles finally fully relax, sending happy and euphoric and satisfied brain chemicals all throughout my body.
"I—," I begin as Draco gets up from his place on the floor.
"Nuh uh uh," he reminds me, raising an eyebrow.
Oh right. I remember the unspoken terms of our bargain as I grab his face to kiss him, going back for more a few times before finally leaning back to address him.
Stroking his chiseled jaw, which today features just a hint of post-exams unshaven platinum stubble, I look him dead in the eyes and smile.
"Three words, nine letters," I say. "I'm all yours." Looking into his eyes, I mean it. And he knows it.
In response, he simply says, "good." But the little tug on the edge of his lips lets me know that he's more pleased than he lets on. Smiling, I cup his face in my hands once more and we go back to doing what we do best: falling completely and utterly into each other.
"I'm all yours," I murmur again just for good measure.
"I know," he replies.