Super Rich Kids (Draco Malfoy 18+)

Anything to feel something

The air was cold against your bare chest, prickling like tiny needles as the breeze from your open window licked your skin like it was trying to draw blood. You didn't move though, making no efforts to pull up any soft green fabrics to cover your obscenities, rather choosing the feel the icy air rip across your body. Anything to feel something, you supposed.

Blaise stood by your bed pulling on his jeans and buckling them up speedily, defined back facing you as to not accidentally share any glances which may be misconstrued as affection. Not that you wanted him to linger, because you didn't, but you thought that perhaps he would spare a moment longer to change into his clothing before leaving the room.

He had gotten faster recently, perhaps by force of habit, but he did seem to have a certain knack for speedily pulling on his clothes in a matter of seconds. He had done it enough times, you thought- it must just be practice.

You were usually the one left in bed, sometimes naked, sometimes almost fully clothed, but always left alone, and that never seemed to change regardless of which one it was.

Draco had a certain coldness about him that Blaise lacked, however. A coldness that actually made you shiver sometimes when he let his icy gaze fall upon you, shimmers of nothing other than arrogance and annoyance. If only he could give you a glance of affection or appreciation just once.

Draco was never afraid to look at you in the aftermath though, unlike Blaise who rarely spared you a glance. But Draco never spoke. At least Blaise would say something, albeit annoyingly cocky or irritating. At least he would say something.

"Try not to miss me too much" he chuckled as he finished tugging his shirt over his head, flicking his eyes to you for a split second as he stepped towards the door.

"I won't" you replied coldly, watching as he gently shut the door behind him, continuing to stare at the dark wood where you had seen him exit many times before.

Why always your bed?

After a few moments you stood up out of bed, wanting to put on some clothes to soothe the crisp chill on your delicate skin and promptly make your way to the shower.

Perhaps you shouldn't be so quick to wash his touch off of you, after all, it was ever so much more tender than your alternative, but a thousand soft kisses in the crook of your neck could never compete with the way Draco's teeth roughly dragged the skin in the very same spot, as if he, like the wind, was looking to draw blood.

You stumbled a little as you stepped from your dorms into the girls shower room, promptly undressing and soaking yourself in the hot water. It was a little too hot and burnt your skin a little, making you gasp for a second, but the burning turned into more of a warming sensation as the seconds passed so you stayed under the stream.

As you breathed in the steam you breathed out your shared breaths with Blaise and felt much cleaner again. You liked him- a lot- but for some reason you always felt slightly unclean when he had finished with you. Perhaps it was because your mind was often elsewhere, shamefully lingering for seconds longer than it should on thoughts of a certain white haired boy, before you forced yourself back into the moment and enjoyed the presence and beauty of the boy you had in that moment.

You didn't plan on ending it anytime soon, however, the sex was amazing- from both of them- and it was the only sense of connection that you really had- albeit not a very innocent or genuine.

But who were you to argue with the way they made you feel. The way Blaise's lips would drag up and down your whole body, humming into your skin and pulling your hair, and the way Draco would hold your body against his, enforcing piercing eye contact while he made your insides spin with pleasure, then kissing your temple and telling you how good you looked while you came undone.