Love Bites (Harry Potter: Official Dragon Tamer, Part One)

Breakfast & New Beginnings

"I like you like this," I blurted out as his hand began to travel down my front, coming to settle on my hip. "You're adorable."

Malfoy's eyes had been following his hand as it traced its path down to my waist, but now they shot back up at me, brows raised.

"Right," he responded. "That's the compliment I was aiming for..."

"No," I tried to backtrack, straining up against his hand, still pinning my arms above my head. "I didn't mean it like that."

Malfoy only chuckled as he bent to kiss his way down my torso, right hand gently trailing down my arm to cradle my neck before following his left hand, both sliding over my hips and down my thighs, gently urging me to let my legs fall open so he could lodge himself properly between them.

When he reached my cock, he tilted his head and gave the head of it a delicate swirl with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, tongue still swirling around as he glanced up at me, smirking.

"Do I look adorable now?" he teased, mouth popping off for a brief moment before returning to suck me down again, then releasing me, tongue darting out to lap at my slit, grey eyes watching me, looking decidedly anything but adorable.

"Nngh, Malfoy," I protested, arching up, hands tangling themselves into his hair, trying to pull that wicked mouth of his back to my eager cock.

"If it's any consolation, you're rarely what I'd call adorable," I added, hips still lifting off the mattress, seeking any contact with the silky, wet heat of his mouth.

"Oh, I'm Malfoy again, am I?" he demanded, sliding his body up mine, eyes glaring down at me indignantly as his right hand slowly wrapped around my aching prick, loosely circling it as he ran his hand gently up and down its length, barely touching it.

His left hand grasped my hands back above my head, and I groaned again, hips trying to fuck up into his loose fist, hoping, in vain, to get more friction.

"Draco," I corrected, eyes snapping open to look at him.

Was he teasing?

Or was he actually upset that I'd called him Malfoy?

He leaned in, mouth capturing mine in the briefest of kisses, perfectly designed to have me arching up against him once again, face turning to follow after his, already desperate for more.

"Draco," I murmured again, watching him because, really, it was all I could do.

His grey-blue eyes seemed to be smiling down at me, and his mouth was also curved up in an actual smile, hand still continuing with its purposefully unsatisfying wank job.

"Please," I whispered, eyes dropping to his mouth, then lifting back up to meet his own.

"Hmm," he pretended to ponder, gaze dropping off to the side.

"I don't know, Harry," he sighed finally, hands releasing both my wrists and cock as he sat up beside me, clasping his hands together and raising his arms above his head as he arched into a stretch that would have made an actual cat fucking jealous.

He turned his head to peer down at me over his shoulder, body still held in that stupid stretch that made sure I could see just how fucking gorgeous and un-fucking-adorable he was.

"I mean, first, you call me adorable," he accused, arms dropping, twisting to face me so he could smirk at me more convincingly.

"Then you go and call me Malfoy..."

He pretended to shake his head in dismay.

"And let's not forget, you started this whole mess by completely disregarding a very important lesson," he added.