November 24th - Private RP between Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy
Blaise entered the Slytherin Common Room, making his way up to the dorm as he usually did, not much fond of hanging around in the Common Room.
Seeing Draco in his bed, Blaise made a beeline for the blond boy, crawling into the bed and putting his head in Draco's lap.
"Welcome back, Dragon."
Draco put his book down and smiled as Blaise entered the dorm, his hand automatically moving to Blaise's hair once the boy was on the bed.
"Thank you. I wondered when you'd come talk to me, your owl -- owls -- made you sound rather impatient." He paused as he shifted slightly, before adding, "Not that I mind."
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"I've been rather... wrapped up in certain things, distracted. I haven't been able to talk to you, and I finally had time... and you'd run off." Blaise sniffed, pouted though he didn't mean it. "Left me behind."
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"Well..." Draco started, voice teasing, but instantly decided against continuing down that line of thought -- it wasn't the time to joke, not when he didn't know what exactly Blaise wanted to talk about.
"You know I'd never leave you behind," he said instead in a more serious tone as he carefully brushed a strand of hair off Blaise's face.
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Blaise smiled and turned it towards his friend. "I know. I'm just teasing.
"The Big Thing that I wanted to talk about, is... can we put up a privacy charm?"
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"I think we're quite able to, yes," Draco said, and smirked at Blaise for a moment before grabbing his wand and charming the bed private.
"So... is this Thing you wanted to talk about: something Good? Something Bad? Something General?"
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"Oh, it's something Very Good, mon cher. It's about Michael Corner and me."
Blaise rolled away so that he could lie on his stomach, facing Draco. Leaning forward, he gave Draco a quick, chaste kiss.
"We told each other how we feel about each other. He loves me, and I love him."
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"That's great!" Said Draco with a big grin. And, unable to stop himself, he added, with a soft poke at Blaise's shoulder and a smudge of smugness in his voice, "I told you you should tell him."
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Blaise couldn't help the silly grin on his face. "Yes, you did, and I still hesitated. We talked last night, you know it's only been four weeks since I first shagged him?"
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"Really? Four weeks?" Draco moved down the bed to lie on his side, facing Blaise, head propped on one hand.
"It feels like you've been talking about him forever," he said, looking thoughtfully at a spot past Blaise's head. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he focused his gaze on Blaise's face again.
"I've heard he and Cho broke up."
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"It feels like I've known him forever," Blaise replied, sliding a hand over Draco's hip. "And I can't stop kissing him...
"And I do know they broke up. I rather put that idea into his head." Blaise smiled.
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"Hmm, I thought you might have," Draco said, stretching his arm and letting his head fall to rest on it.
"So you're happy?" He asked, though it seemed clear to him that Blaise was.
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"Mm. Yes, very happy." Reaching up, Blaise smoothed back a bit of Draco's hair.
"We aren't keeping it secret any longer, either."
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Draco raised his eyebrows at that, unable to hide his surprise. He hadn't expected Mike to agree to that -- but then, he hadn't expected Mike and Blaise to fall in love either.
"Good for you," he said with a genuine smile, though his still-present surprise coloured his voice slightly.
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"But one thing we didn't talk about," Blaise said, watching his hand as he moved it from Draco's hip to the front of his shirt, "is monogamy."
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"Mmm..." Draco said non-committally, and lowered his gaze to follow Blaise's hand. He hadn't been able to put aside his own feelings on that subject when last they talked about this, and he didn't think he'd be able to this time, either. He had tried to disregard his own wants, knowing what Blaise wanted, but he just couldn't do it. He knew the best he could do at this moment was not mention he'd rather keep on sleeping with Mike -- even if he wouldn't do it if Blaise asked him not to, he still wanted to, and that was bad enough.
"Will you bring it up?" He asked, still looking at Blaise's hand.
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"Eventually, maybe..." He looked up into Draco's eyes. "I haven't thought much about that, since I last talked with you."
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"Why?" Draco asked, and once his eyes met Blaise's, he didn't let them lower again.
"Was it anything I said?" A tiny part of him felt something that might have been guilt, but most of him was unabashedly happy that, possibly, he wouldn't have to stop sleeping with Mike after all. And, maybe, he'd even sleep with Blaise again sometime.
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"No, it wasn't." Blaise popped the first button from its hole at the neck of Draco's shirt. "Just haven't thought about it, too busy thinking of other things. Or not being able to think at all."
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"Oh," said Draco, absently grabbing Blaise's hand and pulling it away from him. He stared at their linked hands resting on the bed between them for a moment before looking up again.
"But you still feel the same way," he asked, and his tone was as unsure as him of whether it was a question or a statement.
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Blaise frowned slightly as his hand was pulled away. "I don't know how I feel about it at the moment, to be honest, except for it wouldn't be fair if I wanted him to be monogamous, yet I went fooling around with you behind his back."
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Draco turned Blaise's hand over, fingers trailing a line on the palm.
"You will fool around with me?" He asked, and the smile he had successfully kept from his face could be heard in his voice.
"I'm glad your new relationship won't make you forget about me," he said, only half jokingly, and bit his lip. He hadn't realized he'd feared he wouldn't see much of Blaise after he got together with Mike, mainly because he hadn't consciously thought about it all that much, but he had. Blaise was his best friend, and he liked spending time with him, even if all they did was sit in silence.
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"I could never forget about my Dragon." Pulling their hands to his lips, Blaise kissed Draco's palm. "You're more family to me than my own mother and stepfathers."
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Draco finally let his smile show.
"And you are family to me." He stroked Blaise's cheek with the back of his fingers.
"I really am glad you're happy." He stayed like that for a moment, looking at Blaise, stroking his cheek, before adding, "This is getting too sentimental, isn't it?"
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"Yes, it is, I had quite a lot of sentimental talk with Michael last night. I've nothing left for sentimentality." He reached again for the buttons of Draco's shirt, hoping that this time, he wouldn't be stopped.
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Draco grinned and rolled on top of Blaise. He pushed himself up to a kneeling position, knees astride Blaise's hips, hands on Blaise's chest.
"Let's just get on to the physical, then, is that it?" He said, still grinning.
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Blaise laughed. "What a brilliant idea, Draco! First one naked gets to bottom." He reached again for Draco's shirt, undoing the next three buttons quickly.
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Draco narrowed his eyes at Blaise before grabbing his wand from the bed beside him, quickly flicking it and undressing Blaise with a charm.
"I guess you get to bottom," he said with a tut.
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"You cheated, you little sneak!" With a grin on his face, Blaise pushed Draco just hard enough so that he'd fall backwards, then climbed over Draco to look down at his friend. "I wanted to top."
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"I didn't cheat," Draco said, laughing as Blaise pushed him backwards. "You should have stated it if magic was not allowed. Now's too late."
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"You did cheat." Blaise snatched Draco's wand and cast the same spell to remove Draco's clothes. "Besides, you topped last time. Don't make me get whiney."
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"I did not cheat." Draco rolled them over again. "It's not fair play, to change the rules in the middle."
He raised a hand to brush a lock of hair off Blaise's face.
"Besides, what makes you think I won't whine if I don't top?"
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"You whine anyways, Draco," Blaise said with a pinch to his friend's bottom. "It's what makes you so endearing." He couldn't help but to snicker.
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Draco gasped quite dramatically, and just glared at Blaise.
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Blaise just smirked. "Alright. I'll let you top, but only because I'm a good friend. And next time, it's my turn." He gently squeezed the buttock his hand was curved over, before sliding that hand forwards to fondle Draco's balls.
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Draco gaped, eyes narrowed. "You'll let me top? You don't have to let me, I won the right!" He still wasn't actively touching Blaise.
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"By cheating," Blaise pointed out again. "You little sneak. I'd have won, fair and square, if you hadn't had to take out your wand." He stroked Draco's cock as he said the last word, sliding his thumb over the tip of it.
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"Again, you didn't say I couldn't undress you with magic," said Draco, though his tone started lacking conviction as Blaise's hand distracted him.
"But if you really want to top..." He caressed Blaise's chest. "And you ask very nicely..." His fingers found a nipple and started rubbing it. "I just might comply..."
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Blaise moaned as Draco toyed with his nipple. He bit his lip, closed his eyes, and let out a sharp pant.
"Please, Draco? Could I please fuck you?"
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Draco sucked in a breath, Blaise's words and tone of voice going straight to his groin. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Blaise's cheek, then trailed his lips to Blaise's ear.
"All right," he whispered, flicking out his tongue to lick Blaise's earlobe.
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"Yess..." Hands wandering back to Draco's arse, Blaise tilted his head back as far as he could, lying on his back, to give Draco access to his neck. "I promise I'll be gentle, just the way you like it..."
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"I --" Draco cut himself short, focusing on licking Blaise's neck. 'I don't want it gentle,' he'd been about to say, what he'd done with his father not too long before still fresh in his mind, when he realized just what it was he was about to utter, how untrue it was when he wasn't with his father.
"Okay," he said at last before fastening his lips to Blaise's neck and sucking hard.
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Blaise hissed, but didn't push Draco away once he felt the pain. Instead he pulled Draco closer, rolling them both so that Draco was once again on his back.
"Where's your lube?" Blaise asked, pulling away just a bit and looking into Draco's face.
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Draco turned his head to look at his bedside table, raising a hand to point at the drawer.
"You can get it or we can Accio it, but I can't reach from this position," he said, and turned to look back at Blaise with a smile.
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Blaise, after licking Draco's chin, moved to grab the lube from Draco's bedside drawer. Scooping some of the slippery gel onto his fingers, he reached between Draco's legs and teased the puckered opening there.
"So tell me, Dragon... where did you get such a lovely mark? It must have been lovely, before it faded..."
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Draco's legs parted of their own accord at Blaise's probing, his eyes falling shut only to open a second later at Blaise's words. He frowned slightly and bit his lip, a hand automatically reaching up to touch the mark his father had left on his neck. He knew he should have got rid of it, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, and now he had to think fast.
It wasn't fair, he thought, that Blaise could tell him all about his love life, but Draco couldn't share one of the best things in his life with his best friend. With a sigh, he closed his eyes again. He knew he couldn't look at Blaise and lie, but hopefully with closed eyes a lie by omission would get through.
"I was gifted with some... entertainment, during the weekend," he said, and forced a smirk.
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Blaise slid a finger inside, moaning at the tight, hot feel around his finger.
"Good for you... I'd hate to think I was the only one having a good time this weekend. No, I take that back, I wouldn't hate it at all. But I'm glad you had some enjoyment..." He curled his finger, ever so lightly brushing the tip against Draco's prostate.
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Draco snorted, and was about to retort when he had to bite back a moan. His legs parted further and he opened his eyes to look up at Blaise.
"You have no idea," he said after a moment, arching up into Blaise's touches.
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"You'll have to tell me about it sometime," Blaise said, sliding in another finger, slowly, before scissoring them to stretch Draco.
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Draco let out a breath, slowly and loudly, as another finger was slid inside him.
"Maybe," he said, breathing deeply as Blaise's fingers worked inside him. He couldn't think of his father, not now, with Blaise like this. He focused on the feelings Blaise's fingers were causing him, on how good he smelled, on how pretty he looked.
"You're lovely," he said as his breathing regularized, a hand coming up to cup Blaise's face, thumb stroking his cheek. He knew it wasn't much as sexual contact went, but he couldn't focus on not slipping up and mentioning his father and on actively starting further contact with Blaise at the same time.
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Turning his head, Blaise drew Draco's thumb into his mouth, sucking lightly as he slid his fingers in and out of Draco's body.
"Is that enough?" he asked, softly, his voice deeper now with lust. "Do you need more?"
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"More of you," Draco said with a smile. He grabbed Blaise's free hand and pulled it towards his mouth, scraping his teeth lightly over the palm, eyes locked with Blaise's all the while.
"I want more of you..."
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"God, you're delicious, Draco..." Blaise withdrew his fingers, moving his hand to rub his thumb in circles around Draco's right nipple, before moving that hand back to his cock to guide it into Draco's body.
As he slid in deeper, Blaise let out a long, low moan, stopping only when he couldn't press forward anymore.
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Draco lay still for a few moments, breathing hard and adjusting to the feelings, and when he was comfortable enough with Blaise inside him, he took a deep, slow breath and flashed Blaise a grin. Exhaling, he gripped Blaise's shoulders and pushed, rolling them over, hips still locked together. It was the same mock-wrestling they'd engaged in before, the same that had happened since they were little, but so much more intense when they were like this. Still grinning, he bent to nibble at Blaise's collarbone just as he started to move himself up and down.
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"God, you feel so good, Draco..." Reaching around, Blaise cupped Draco's arse with both hands, squeezing the soft flesh beneath his fingers.
"Tell me, Dragon..." A moan interrupted his words. "Did you let your weekend fling fuck you?"
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That caused a slight halt in Draco's pace, though he picked it back up immediately, and a loud moan escaped him as he thought of all his father had done to him.
"No," he said, and his voice came out breathy and low. It wasn't a lie, either, for he hadn't been shagged by any 'weekend fling'.
"God!" He bit his lip and moved faster, eyes shut.
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Blaise slid one hand from Draco's arse to his cock, wrapping his fingers around it and giving it a firm stroke.
"So good, Draco..."
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"Yes," Draco hissed, pushing himself up with his hands on Blaise's chest to better move up and down. "So... Oh --yes-- touch... God!"
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Blaise couldn't move enough to thrust hard enough into Draco, so he flipped them over again, lifting one of Draco's legs and pressing it to the blond boy's chest.
Sweat started to break out across Blaise's skin, making him shiver slightly. "So glad... we did this..." he said between thrusts, moaning.
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"Yes," Draco repeated, agreeing with Blaise's words and with Blaise's actions and with everything, all at once. He moved a hand to cup the back of Blaise's neck, the other gripping his shoulder, and brought Blaise's head down, lips fastening to a spot behind Blaise's earlobe.
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The touch of Draco's lips brought out a sharp cry from Blaise, caused him to falter in his rhythm.
"Oh, fuck! Draco..." He began stroking Draco's cock again, in time with his thrusts. "Don't stop doing that..."
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"Mm, I won't," said Draco, his voice rough, "As long as you don't."
He sucked hard, then lapped at the skin. He hooked his free leg around Blaise's hips to pull him closer as he sucked again.
"Stroke me harder," he whispered right before his teeth closed softly on Blaise's earlobe.
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Blaise did thrust harder, grunting as he did so. He gripped Draco's cock just a bit tighter, stroking faster, panting. "Merlin, you're so good, Draco... I'm so close..."
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Draco moaned, lips trailing kisses over Blaise's neck. He had felt his balls tighten gradually and knew he wouldn't last much longer, either. "As am I." He licked down Blaise's throat.
"Keep talking..." he said as his lips reached the place where neck met shoulder, and he bit down on it softly and sucked hard.
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"Do you like it when I talk?" Blaise asked, barely able to form the words between the moans. "Do you want to hear me say how tight you are, Dragon? How good you taste?"
He cried out again as Draco sucked at his neck, wondering briefly how many marks he'd be left with.
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Draco moaned again as he pulled back from Blaise's neck to look into his eyes, and smiled. It was a roguish smile, lascivious and full of desire.
"I love it when you talk," he said, voice very low, and looked at Blaise for a moment longer before quickly tilting his head to the other side, teeth sinking gently on a new expanse of skin.
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Blaise bent his own head down, to lick and nibble at Draco's shoulder.
"Such a perfect arse, Dragon, and it feels so good," he moaned in the other boy's ear. Talking made the whole situation more arousing, and as he went on, Blaise came closer and closer to orgasm, until he was having trouble forming coherent sentences.
"Such.... cock... feels good..."
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"Yes!" It was all Draco seemed able to say at that point. His head fell back onto the pillow and he turned it to the side, eyes shut tight as his arms wrapped around Blaise, hands moving over his back. He felt the beginning of his orgasm, crying out what started as 'fuck' but turned into 'God' in the middle, only to end as 'Blaise'.
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The sounds that Draco made, as well as the trembling of Draco's body, pushed Blaise over the edge and he came, hard, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he pressed his forehead into Draco's shoulder.
"Oh, god..."
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"I agree," Draco said between breaths. His arms were still around Blaise, and he brought one hand up to stroke the boy's hair. He opened his eyes and looked at him.
"Fun, eh?"
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"Bloody hell, yes," Blaise laughed, kissing Draco's jaw. "I still don't know why we waited so long for this, though." Pulling out, Blaise shifted so that he could comfortably lie with Draco.
"Alright?"
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Draco exhaled slowly as Blaise pulled out. He stretched his legs, turned slightly so he could face Blaise, and smiled, nodding.
"Yeah." He sighed. "Over there?"
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"Mmm. Quite pleased," Blaise replied, smiling as well. "Better than last time, I think, no?" He trailed his fingers down the middle of Draco's chest, so content he nearly started humming to himself.
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"Only because we know more of each other," Draco said, with a grin before looking at Blaise seriously.
"Not because you topped. Don't get any funny ideas."
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"What if I said I enjoyed it more, because I topped?" Blaise asked, looking up at his friend. "What if I said, because I topped, and you made the sweetest sounds as I fucked you, that I enjoyed it more?"
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Draco couldn't help but smile at the sounds comment, the slightest of colours rising to his cheeks, and he lowered his gaze for a second.
"That's fine," he said a moment later, "but that is your reason."
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"Draco Malfoy, are you blushing?" Smiling, Blaise leaned up to kiss Draco's chin.
"So, how many marks do I have, from you?"
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Draco grunted, but he let Blaise kiss his chin.
"Not that many," he said, smile widening.
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Blaise sniffed. "Not fair. You give me several marks, and won't tell me who gave you that one. I ought to give you a mark to match." He licked over Draco's shoulder, snuffling at the curve where shoulder met neck. "Then you'd still have a mark, after that one faded," he added, grazing skin with teeth.
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"I..." Even though he didn't like to lie to Blaise, Draco couldn't say who had given him the mark, and while he didn't particularly like being marked by people other than his father, he realized it was the best option. Besides, it was Blaise, and being marked by him wasn't like being marked by just anyone.
"Mark me, then," he said after a moment.
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Blaise pulled back. "You hesitated, Draco. What's wrong?" He was quick to pick up on his friend's hesitation, and had no intention of doing anything to Draco that Draco didn't want, whether he said so or not.
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"Nothing," Draco said, careful not to say it too quickly nor wait too long, and smiled. It really was unfair that he couldn't talk about Lucius with Blaise.
"I'm fine," he added, and tilted his head, baring his neck. He kept looking at Blaise, albeit sideways.
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Instead of marking Draco, Blaise broadly licked the side of Draco's neck.
"It was in jest, anyway," he said with a smile. "I wouldn't want to mar your pretty skin, even if you did allow someone else to do just that."
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"Oh, Blaise," said Draco, and snickered lightly shaking his head.
"You know I wouldn't let you if I really didn't want you." He leaned over and kissed Blaise's cheek.
"Besides," he added, "It wouldn't be a mar, but a decoration."
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Blaise licked again. "Decoration, hm? Would you walk around, and tell people that I gave it to you, if they asked?" He started to nibble at the soft skin, flicking his tongue out now and again.
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Draco moaned softly, Blaise's words along with his mouth making him tingle.
"Would you want me to?"
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"Well... that all depends on if Michael would be jealous or not. I'd hate to make him feel jealous..." Blaise bit down harder, sucked with more pressure, pausing now and again to lick the bruising skin.
"But then again... you did give me a few, hm?"
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Draco gasped as Blaise increased the pressure, his eyes falling closed.
"I suppose so... But -- oh -- but you can heal them..." He shifted slightly on the bed. "It's still up to you."
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"Keep it secret," Blaise finally decided, kissing the mark he'd made. "Mysterious Mister Malfoy." He laughed at his own silly joke.
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"Mmm..." Draco opened his eyes and smiled.
"Okay, then."
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"Pull up the blankets, it's chilly in here."
Blaise snuggled closer to Draco, pushing his hair from his eyes. "I'd like a nap before dinner, I think."
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"What am I, your house elf? You pull them up," said Draco, nudging Blaise softly on the ribs.
Seeing Draco in his bed, Blaise made a beeline for the blond boy, crawling into the bed and putting his head in Draco's lap.
"Welcome back, Dragon."
Draco put his book down and smiled as Blaise entered the dorm, his hand automatically moving to Blaise's hair once the boy was on the bed.
"Thank you. I wondered when you'd come talk to me, your owl -- owls -- made you sound rather impatient." He paused as he shifted slightly, before adding, "Not that I mind."
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"I've been rather... wrapped up in certain things, distracted. I haven't been able to talk to you, and I finally had time... and you'd run off." Blaise sniffed, pouted though he didn't mean it. "Left me behind."
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"Well..." Draco started, voice teasing, but instantly decided against continuing down that line of thought -- it wasn't the time to joke, not when he didn't know what exactly Blaise wanted to talk about.
"You know I'd never leave you behind," he said instead in a more serious tone as he carefully brushed a strand of hair off Blaise's face.
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Blaise smiled and turned it towards his friend. "I know. I'm just teasing.
"The Big Thing that I wanted to talk about, is... can we put up a privacy charm?"
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"I think we're quite able to, yes," Draco said, and smirked at Blaise for a moment before grabbing his wand and charming the bed private.
"So... is this Thing you wanted to talk about: something Good? Something Bad? Something General?"
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"Oh, it's something Very Good, mon cher. It's about Michael Corner and me."
Blaise rolled away so that he could lie on his stomach, facing Draco. Leaning forward, he gave Draco a quick, chaste kiss.
"We told each other how we feel about each other. He loves me, and I love him."
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"That's great!" Said Draco with a big grin. And, unable to stop himself, he added, with a soft poke at Blaise's shoulder and a smudge of smugness in his voice, "I told you you should tell him."
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Blaise couldn't help the silly grin on his face. "Yes, you did, and I still hesitated. We talked last night, you know it's only been four weeks since I first shagged him?"
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"Really? Four weeks?" Draco moved down the bed to lie on his side, facing Blaise, head propped on one hand.
"It feels like you've been talking about him forever," he said, looking thoughtfully at a spot past Blaise's head. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he focused his gaze on Blaise's face again.
"I've heard he and Cho broke up."
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"It feels like I've known him forever," Blaise replied, sliding a hand over Draco's hip. "And I can't stop kissing him...
"And I do know they broke up. I rather put that idea into his head." Blaise smiled.
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"Hmm, I thought you might have," Draco said, stretching his arm and letting his head fall to rest on it.
"So you're happy?" He asked, though it seemed clear to him that Blaise was.
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"Mm. Yes, very happy." Reaching up, Blaise smoothed back a bit of Draco's hair.
"We aren't keeping it secret any longer, either."
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Draco raised his eyebrows at that, unable to hide his surprise. He hadn't expected Mike to agree to that -- but then, he hadn't expected Mike and Blaise to fall in love either.
"Good for you," he said with a genuine smile, though his still-present surprise coloured his voice slightly.
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"But one thing we didn't talk about," Blaise said, watching his hand as he moved it from Draco's hip to the front of his shirt, "is monogamy."
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"Mmm..." Draco said non-committally, and lowered his gaze to follow Blaise's hand. He hadn't been able to put aside his own feelings on that subject when last they talked about this, and he didn't think he'd be able to this time, either. He had tried to disregard his own wants, knowing what Blaise wanted, but he just couldn't do it. He knew the best he could do at this moment was not mention he'd rather keep on sleeping with Mike -- even if he wouldn't do it if Blaise asked him not to, he still wanted to, and that was bad enough.
"Will you bring it up?" He asked, still looking at Blaise's hand.
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"Eventually, maybe..." He looked up into Draco's eyes. "I haven't thought much about that, since I last talked with you."
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"Why?" Draco asked, and once his eyes met Blaise's, he didn't let them lower again.
"Was it anything I said?" A tiny part of him felt something that might have been guilt, but most of him was unabashedly happy that, possibly, he wouldn't have to stop sleeping with Mike after all. And, maybe, he'd even sleep with Blaise again sometime.
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"No, it wasn't." Blaise popped the first button from its hole at the neck of Draco's shirt. "Just haven't thought about it, too busy thinking of other things. Or not being able to think at all."
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"Oh," said Draco, absently grabbing Blaise's hand and pulling it away from him. He stared at their linked hands resting on the bed between them for a moment before looking up again.
"But you still feel the same way," he asked, and his tone was as unsure as him of whether it was a question or a statement.
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Blaise frowned slightly as his hand was pulled away. "I don't know how I feel about it at the moment, to be honest, except for it wouldn't be fair if I wanted him to be monogamous, yet I went fooling around with you behind his back."
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Draco turned Blaise's hand over, fingers trailing a line on the palm.
"You will fool around with me?" He asked, and the smile he had successfully kept from his face could be heard in his voice.
"I'm glad your new relationship won't make you forget about me," he said, only half jokingly, and bit his lip. He hadn't realized he'd feared he wouldn't see much of Blaise after he got together with Mike, mainly because he hadn't consciously thought about it all that much, but he had. Blaise was his best friend, and he liked spending time with him, even if all they did was sit in silence.
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"I could never forget about my Dragon." Pulling their hands to his lips, Blaise kissed Draco's palm. "You're more family to me than my own mother and stepfathers."
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Draco finally let his smile show.
"And you are family to me." He stroked Blaise's cheek with the back of his fingers.
"I really am glad you're happy." He stayed like that for a moment, looking at Blaise, stroking his cheek, before adding, "This is getting too sentimental, isn't it?"
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"Yes, it is, I had quite a lot of sentimental talk with Michael last night. I've nothing left for sentimentality." He reached again for the buttons of Draco's shirt, hoping that this time, he wouldn't be stopped.
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Draco grinned and rolled on top of Blaise. He pushed himself up to a kneeling position, knees astride Blaise's hips, hands on Blaise's chest.
"Let's just get on to the physical, then, is that it?" He said, still grinning.
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Blaise laughed. "What a brilliant idea, Draco! First one naked gets to bottom." He reached again for Draco's shirt, undoing the next three buttons quickly.
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Draco narrowed his eyes at Blaise before grabbing his wand from the bed beside him, quickly flicking it and undressing Blaise with a charm.
"I guess you get to bottom," he said with a tut.
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"You cheated, you little sneak!" With a grin on his face, Blaise pushed Draco just hard enough so that he'd fall backwards, then climbed over Draco to look down at his friend. "I wanted to top."
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"I didn't cheat," Draco said, laughing as Blaise pushed him backwards. "You should have stated it if magic was not allowed. Now's too late."
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"You did cheat." Blaise snatched Draco's wand and cast the same spell to remove Draco's clothes. "Besides, you topped last time. Don't make me get whiney."
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"I did not cheat." Draco rolled them over again. "It's not fair play, to change the rules in the middle."
He raised a hand to brush a lock of hair off Blaise's face.
"Besides, what makes you think I won't whine if I don't top?"
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"You whine anyways, Draco," Blaise said with a pinch to his friend's bottom. "It's what makes you so endearing." He couldn't help but to snicker.
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Draco gasped quite dramatically, and just glared at Blaise.
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Blaise just smirked. "Alright. I'll let you top, but only because I'm a good friend. And next time, it's my turn." He gently squeezed the buttock his hand was curved over, before sliding that hand forwards to fondle Draco's balls.
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Draco gaped, eyes narrowed. "You'll let me top? You don't have to let me, I won the right!" He still wasn't actively touching Blaise.
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"By cheating," Blaise pointed out again. "You little sneak. I'd have won, fair and square, if you hadn't had to take out your wand." He stroked Draco's cock as he said the last word, sliding his thumb over the tip of it.
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"Again, you didn't say I couldn't undress you with magic," said Draco, though his tone started lacking conviction as Blaise's hand distracted him.
"But if you really want to top..." He caressed Blaise's chest. "And you ask very nicely..." His fingers found a nipple and started rubbing it. "I just might comply..."
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Blaise moaned as Draco toyed with his nipple. He bit his lip, closed his eyes, and let out a sharp pant.
"Please, Draco? Could I please fuck you?"
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Draco sucked in a breath, Blaise's words and tone of voice going straight to his groin. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Blaise's cheek, then trailed his lips to Blaise's ear.
"All right," he whispered, flicking out his tongue to lick Blaise's earlobe.
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"Yess..." Hands wandering back to Draco's arse, Blaise tilted his head back as far as he could, lying on his back, to give Draco access to his neck. "I promise I'll be gentle, just the way you like it..."
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"I --" Draco cut himself short, focusing on licking Blaise's neck. 'I don't want it gentle,' he'd been about to say, what he'd done with his father not too long before still fresh in his mind, when he realized just what it was he was about to utter, how untrue it was when he wasn't with his father.
"Okay," he said at last before fastening his lips to Blaise's neck and sucking hard.
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Blaise hissed, but didn't push Draco away once he felt the pain. Instead he pulled Draco closer, rolling them both so that Draco was once again on his back.
"Where's your lube?" Blaise asked, pulling away just a bit and looking into Draco's face.
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Draco turned his head to look at his bedside table, raising a hand to point at the drawer.
"You can get it or we can Accio it, but I can't reach from this position," he said, and turned to look back at Blaise with a smile.
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Blaise, after licking Draco's chin, moved to grab the lube from Draco's bedside drawer. Scooping some of the slippery gel onto his fingers, he reached between Draco's legs and teased the puckered opening there.
"So tell me, Dragon... where did you get such a lovely mark? It must have been lovely, before it faded..."
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Draco's legs parted of their own accord at Blaise's probing, his eyes falling shut only to open a second later at Blaise's words. He frowned slightly and bit his lip, a hand automatically reaching up to touch the mark his father had left on his neck. He knew he should have got rid of it, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, and now he had to think fast.
It wasn't fair, he thought, that Blaise could tell him all about his love life, but Draco couldn't share one of the best things in his life with his best friend. With a sigh, he closed his eyes again. He knew he couldn't look at Blaise and lie, but hopefully with closed eyes a lie by omission would get through.
"I was gifted with some... entertainment, during the weekend," he said, and forced a smirk.
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Blaise slid a finger inside, moaning at the tight, hot feel around his finger.
"Good for you... I'd hate to think I was the only one having a good time this weekend. No, I take that back, I wouldn't hate it at all. But I'm glad you had some enjoyment..." He curled his finger, ever so lightly brushing the tip against Draco's prostate.
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Draco snorted, and was about to retort when he had to bite back a moan. His legs parted further and he opened his eyes to look up at Blaise.
"You have no idea," he said after a moment, arching up into Blaise's touches.
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"You'll have to tell me about it sometime," Blaise said, sliding in another finger, slowly, before scissoring them to stretch Draco.
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Draco let out a breath, slowly and loudly, as another finger was slid inside him.
"Maybe," he said, breathing deeply as Blaise's fingers worked inside him. He couldn't think of his father, not now, with Blaise like this. He focused on the feelings Blaise's fingers were causing him, on how good he smelled, on how pretty he looked.
"You're lovely," he said as his breathing regularized, a hand coming up to cup Blaise's face, thumb stroking his cheek. He knew it wasn't much as sexual contact went, but he couldn't focus on not slipping up and mentioning his father and on actively starting further contact with Blaise at the same time.
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Turning his head, Blaise drew Draco's thumb into his mouth, sucking lightly as he slid his fingers in and out of Draco's body.
"Is that enough?" he asked, softly, his voice deeper now with lust. "Do you need more?"
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"More of you," Draco said with a smile. He grabbed Blaise's free hand and pulled it towards his mouth, scraping his teeth lightly over the palm, eyes locked with Blaise's all the while.
"I want more of you..."
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"God, you're delicious, Draco..." Blaise withdrew his fingers, moving his hand to rub his thumb in circles around Draco's right nipple, before moving that hand back to his cock to guide it into Draco's body.
As he slid in deeper, Blaise let out a long, low moan, stopping only when he couldn't press forward anymore.
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Draco lay still for a few moments, breathing hard and adjusting to the feelings, and when he was comfortable enough with Blaise inside him, he took a deep, slow breath and flashed Blaise a grin. Exhaling, he gripped Blaise's shoulders and pushed, rolling them over, hips still locked together. It was the same mock-wrestling they'd engaged in before, the same that had happened since they were little, but so much more intense when they were like this. Still grinning, he bent to nibble at Blaise's collarbone just as he started to move himself up and down.
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"God, you feel so good, Draco..." Reaching around, Blaise cupped Draco's arse with both hands, squeezing the soft flesh beneath his fingers.
"Tell me, Dragon..." A moan interrupted his words. "Did you let your weekend fling fuck you?"
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That caused a slight halt in Draco's pace, though he picked it back up immediately, and a loud moan escaped him as he thought of all his father had done to him.
"No," he said, and his voice came out breathy and low. It wasn't a lie, either, for he hadn't been shagged by any 'weekend fling'.
"God!" He bit his lip and moved faster, eyes shut.
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Blaise slid one hand from Draco's arse to his cock, wrapping his fingers around it and giving it a firm stroke.
"So good, Draco..."
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"Yes," Draco hissed, pushing himself up with his hands on Blaise's chest to better move up and down. "So... Oh --yes-- touch... God!"
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Blaise couldn't move enough to thrust hard enough into Draco, so he flipped them over again, lifting one of Draco's legs and pressing it to the blond boy's chest.
Sweat started to break out across Blaise's skin, making him shiver slightly. "So glad... we did this..." he said between thrusts, moaning.
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"Yes," Draco repeated, agreeing with Blaise's words and with Blaise's actions and with everything, all at once. He moved a hand to cup the back of Blaise's neck, the other gripping his shoulder, and brought Blaise's head down, lips fastening to a spot behind Blaise's earlobe.
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The touch of Draco's lips brought out a sharp cry from Blaise, caused him to falter in his rhythm.
"Oh, fuck! Draco..." He began stroking Draco's cock again, in time with his thrusts. "Don't stop doing that..."
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"Mm, I won't," said Draco, his voice rough, "As long as you don't."
He sucked hard, then lapped at the skin. He hooked his free leg around Blaise's hips to pull him closer as he sucked again.
"Stroke me harder," he whispered right before his teeth closed softly on Blaise's earlobe.
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Blaise did thrust harder, grunting as he did so. He gripped Draco's cock just a bit tighter, stroking faster, panting. "Merlin, you're so good, Draco... I'm so close..."
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Draco moaned, lips trailing kisses over Blaise's neck. He had felt his balls tighten gradually and knew he wouldn't last much longer, either. "As am I." He licked down Blaise's throat.
"Keep talking..." he said as his lips reached the place where neck met shoulder, and he bit down on it softly and sucked hard.
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"Do you like it when I talk?" Blaise asked, barely able to form the words between the moans. "Do you want to hear me say how tight you are, Dragon? How good you taste?"
He cried out again as Draco sucked at his neck, wondering briefly how many marks he'd be left with.
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Draco moaned again as he pulled back from Blaise's neck to look into his eyes, and smiled. It was a roguish smile, lascivious and full of desire.
"I love it when you talk," he said, voice very low, and looked at Blaise for a moment longer before quickly tilting his head to the other side, teeth sinking gently on a new expanse of skin.
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Blaise bent his own head down, to lick and nibble at Draco's shoulder.
"Such a perfect arse, Dragon, and it feels so good," he moaned in the other boy's ear. Talking made the whole situation more arousing, and as he went on, Blaise came closer and closer to orgasm, until he was having trouble forming coherent sentences.
"Such.... cock... feels good..."
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"Yes!" It was all Draco seemed able to say at that point. His head fell back onto the pillow and he turned it to the side, eyes shut tight as his arms wrapped around Blaise, hands moving over his back. He felt the beginning of his orgasm, crying out what started as 'fuck' but turned into 'God' in the middle, only to end as 'Blaise'.
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The sounds that Draco made, as well as the trembling of Draco's body, pushed Blaise over the edge and he came, hard, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he pressed his forehead into Draco's shoulder.
"Oh, god..."
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"I agree," Draco said between breaths. His arms were still around Blaise, and he brought one hand up to stroke the boy's hair. He opened his eyes and looked at him.
"Fun, eh?"
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"Bloody hell, yes," Blaise laughed, kissing Draco's jaw. "I still don't know why we waited so long for this, though." Pulling out, Blaise shifted so that he could comfortably lie with Draco.
"Alright?"
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Draco exhaled slowly as Blaise pulled out. He stretched his legs, turned slightly so he could face Blaise, and smiled, nodding.
"Yeah." He sighed. "Over there?"
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"Mmm. Quite pleased," Blaise replied, smiling as well. "Better than last time, I think, no?" He trailed his fingers down the middle of Draco's chest, so content he nearly started humming to himself.
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"Only because we know more of each other," Draco said, with a grin before looking at Blaise seriously.
"Not because you topped. Don't get any funny ideas."
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"What if I said I enjoyed it more, because I topped?" Blaise asked, looking up at his friend. "What if I said, because I topped, and you made the sweetest sounds as I fucked you, that I enjoyed it more?"
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Draco couldn't help but smile at the sounds comment, the slightest of colours rising to his cheeks, and he lowered his gaze for a second.
"That's fine," he said a moment later, "but that is your reason."
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"Draco Malfoy, are you blushing?" Smiling, Blaise leaned up to kiss Draco's chin.
"So, how many marks do I have, from you?"
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Draco grunted, but he let Blaise kiss his chin.
"Not that many," he said, smile widening.
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Blaise sniffed. "Not fair. You give me several marks, and won't tell me who gave you that one. I ought to give you a mark to match." He licked over Draco's shoulder, snuffling at the curve where shoulder met neck. "Then you'd still have a mark, after that one faded," he added, grazing skin with teeth.
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"I..." Even though he didn't like to lie to Blaise, Draco couldn't say who had given him the mark, and while he didn't particularly like being marked by people other than his father, he realized it was the best option. Besides, it was Blaise, and being marked by him wasn't like being marked by just anyone.
"Mark me, then," he said after a moment.
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Blaise pulled back. "You hesitated, Draco. What's wrong?" He was quick to pick up on his friend's hesitation, and had no intention of doing anything to Draco that Draco didn't want, whether he said so or not.
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"Nothing," Draco said, careful not to say it too quickly nor wait too long, and smiled. It really was unfair that he couldn't talk about Lucius with Blaise.
"I'm fine," he added, and tilted his head, baring his neck. He kept looking at Blaise, albeit sideways.
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Instead of marking Draco, Blaise broadly licked the side of Draco's neck.
"It was in jest, anyway," he said with a smile. "I wouldn't want to mar your pretty skin, even if you did allow someone else to do just that."
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"Oh, Blaise," said Draco, and snickered lightly shaking his head.
"You know I wouldn't let you if I really didn't want you." He leaned over and kissed Blaise's cheek.
"Besides," he added, "It wouldn't be a mar, but a decoration."
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Blaise licked again. "Decoration, hm? Would you walk around, and tell people that I gave it to you, if they asked?" He started to nibble at the soft skin, flicking his tongue out now and again.
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Draco moaned softly, Blaise's words along with his mouth making him tingle.
"Would you want me to?"
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"Well... that all depends on if Michael would be jealous or not. I'd hate to make him feel jealous..." Blaise bit down harder, sucked with more pressure, pausing now and again to lick the bruising skin.
"But then again... you did give me a few, hm?"
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Draco gasped as Blaise increased the pressure, his eyes falling closed.
"I suppose so... But -- oh -- but you can heal them..." He shifted slightly on the bed. "It's still up to you."
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"Keep it secret," Blaise finally decided, kissing the mark he'd made. "Mysterious Mister Malfoy." He laughed at his own silly joke.
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"Mmm..." Draco opened his eyes and smiled.
"Okay, then."
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"Pull up the blankets, it's chilly in here."
Blaise snuggled closer to Draco, pushing his hair from his eyes. "I'd like a nap before dinner, I think."
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"What am I, your house elf? You pull them up," said Draco, nudging Blaise softly on the ribs.