Short, but here it goes (I feel dumb to be saying this, but the last word is supposed to be in italics *rolls eyes*):
“Who do you belong to?”
Draco slowly dragged his tongue along the length of Harry’s cock. “You,” he whispered, licking a trail of precum from his lips. He continued to worship Harry’s cock, wrapping his lips around the sensitive head and sucking lightly.
“Show me,” Harry commanded.
Draco looked up at his boyfriend, whose eyes were hooded with arousal. “But you’ve just seen it.”
“Show me,” Harry repeated. “Get on the bed.”
Almost reluctantly, Draco did as he was told. He had been having quite a good time getting Harry off with his mouth, but when his boyfriend got possessive like this, he couldn’t help but obey. He pushed his pert arse into the air, showing Harry the thing he’d been lusting after for the past three weeks.
“It’s beautiful,” Harry said breathlessly, trailing his fingers down Draco’s spine, stopping right above the crack of his arse. There it was. The letters HP, etched into Draco’s skin with ink, to be there forever. “Isn’t it?”
Draco purred in agreement, and gasped when he felt Harry’s lips pressing against the tattoo. The skin was almost healed, but still sensitive.
Harry’s tongue left a wet trail on his lower back as it moved down and disappeared in between Draco’s arse cheeks. Soon the tip was pushing inside, wetting him and loosening him, preparing for what was about to come.
When Harry finally entered Draco, he kept his eyes on the tattoo the whole time, only one thought occupying his mind.
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FILL: Tattoo
Date: 2011-10-05 05:13 pm (UTC)“Who do you belong to?”
Draco slowly dragged his tongue along the length of Harry’s cock. “You,” he whispered, licking a trail of precum from his lips. He continued to worship Harry’s cock, wrapping his lips around the sensitive head and sucking lightly.
“Show me,” Harry commanded.
Draco looked up at his boyfriend, whose eyes were hooded with arousal. “But you’ve just seen it.”
“Show me,” Harry repeated. “Get on the bed.”
Almost reluctantly, Draco did as he was told. He had been having quite a good time getting Harry off with his mouth, but when his boyfriend got possessive like this, he couldn’t help but obey. He pushed his pert arse into the air, showing Harry the thing he’d been lusting after for the past three weeks.
“It’s beautiful,” Harry said breathlessly, trailing his fingers down Draco’s spine, stopping right above the crack of his arse. There it was. The letters HP, etched into Draco’s skin with ink, to be there forever. “Isn’t it?”
Draco purred in agreement, and gasped when he felt Harry’s lips pressing against the tattoo. The skin was almost healed, but still sensitive.
Harry’s tongue left a wet trail on his lower back as it moved down and disappeared in between Draco’s arse cheeks. Soon the tip was pushing inside, wetting him and loosening him, preparing for what was about to come.
When Harry finally entered Draco, he kept his eyes on the tattoo the whole time, only one thought occupying his mind.
Mine.