Ohhh, I've missed your writing. You write these two absolutely wonderfully, and I was excited when I noticed you'd written in it first person and Draco's point of view. I adore your Draco, he's magnificent. He's snarky and funny, and it really works for me. Your Harry here was delightful and unfff, the smut.
They're Auror partners, too. Ohh, how I love me some Auror partner fic.
And for his part, Potter clearly thinks I’m up to something—all these years later. What a knob. Ahahah. Making me smile from the start. But I love how he's still his sneaky, cheeky self. Oh, he's up to something alright.
I like that the thing that catches his interest is only a glimpse. It's the perfect teasing bait. Ahah, and when he was like, “I'm holding out hope for rimming, naturally.” I said “Of course you are” out loud.
I generally love his thought process and how it seems so natural and humorous. I love how he's so lost in the moment, letting his mind drift, floating along with his desire, while also being able professional enough to collect himself and carry on.
I watch his cheeks color slightly and wonder at the cause. Humiliation that he’s not good at something for once? Weeeeeeeell... about that.
It's not that I didn't wonder, but I genuinely didn't think Harry was doing it on purpose. I thought he was owning it and kind of using it to his own advantage later on, but I didn't think he played a game from the start. So I loved the twist at the end. And holy grapes, the rimming scene is one of the most delicious rim jobs I've read, probably ever. Good gosh. Oh, shit, but the mention of Draco being willing to submit for him as well – even though he'd prefer it the other way around. That was lovely and said so much. Ugh. When he stalks around the table and crawls into his lap too, that ended me. I love that Draco didn't throw himself at him and kiss him at once. He takes the time to straddle him and speak that delicious line, and then he kisses him.
He spells his hands to the table as well! I mean. What? What! Help. Send help. Goodness, just the fact that they're doing it over the kitchen table is good enough, but then there are all the other wonderful details. The way you described things. Unffff. Not to mention when he pushes him down and tells him he's got him right where he needs him??? Fucking hell.
And that ending. That dialogue. AAAHHH. I'm a pile of goo. I'm a mess – I don't know what to do from now on. UGH, you're amazing.
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They're Auror partners, too. Ohh, how I love me some Auror partner fic.
And for his part, Potter clearly thinks I’m up to something—all these years later. What a knob. Ahahah. Making me smile from the start. But I love how he's still his sneaky, cheeky self. Oh, he's up to something alright.
I like that the thing that catches his interest is only a glimpse. It's the perfect teasing bait. Ahah, and when he was like, “I'm holding out hope for rimming, naturally.” I said “Of course you are” out loud.
I generally love his thought process and how it seems so natural and humorous. I love how he's so lost in the moment, letting his mind drift, floating along with his desire, while also being able professional enough to collect himself and carry on.
I watch his cheeks color slightly and wonder at the cause. Humiliation that he’s not good at something for once? Weeeeeeeell... about that.
It's not that I didn't wonder, but I genuinely didn't think Harry was doing it on purpose. I thought he was owning it and kind of using it to his own advantage later on, but I didn't think he played a game from the start. So I loved the twist at the end. And holy grapes, the rimming scene is one of the most delicious rim jobs I've read, probably ever. Good gosh. Oh, shit, but the mention of Draco being willing to submit for him as well – even though he'd prefer it the other way around. That was lovely and said so much. Ugh. When he stalks around the table and crawls into his lap too, that ended me. I love that Draco didn't throw himself at him and kiss him at once. He takes the time to straddle him and speak that delicious line, and then he kisses him.
He spells his hands to the table as well! I mean. What? What! Help. Send help. Goodness, just the fact that they're doing it over the kitchen table is good enough, but then there are all the other wonderful details. The way you described things. Unffff. Not to mention when he pushes him down and tells him he's got him right where he needs him??? Fucking hell.
And that ending. That dialogue. AAAHHH. I'm a pile of goo. I'm a mess – I don't know what to do from now on. UGH, you're amazing.