@drarrymicrofic | prompt: modesty | wc: 128 | beta: @bewarethesmirk
DISCOVERY
Finally alone and shirtless in the locked and silenced broomshed, nothing stands in their way. Weeks have gone by since their first kiss. They’ve exchanged stolen glances in the corridors between lessons and have shared, in hushed whispers, what they want to do to each other.
“Let's see it, then, Potter,” Draco murmurs, arms crossed, leaning against the wooden broom lockers.
Heart racing, Harry slowly pushes down his trousers and pants. He releases a shaky sigh as Draco draws nearer and looks down.
“My, my, weren't you being modest.”
Harry smiles, arching an amused brow, then glances down Draco’s bare, muscled torso. He slides his hand down the pale, marred skin—drawing a sharp gasp from Draco’s lips—and pushes beneath his waistband.
“It seems you were, too.”
