48 please with Draco and Theo
“Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”
Theo turned to see Draco leaning against the door frame, his farms folded and an eyebrow raised; a move that Theo knew he must have practiced in the mirror before executing.
Rolling his eyes Theo turned back to the mirror, “you were moaning about the failings of my wardrobe only yesterday, I figured you’d want me to look nice.”
“You can’t go to dinner with my parents looking like that.”
Theo rolled his eyes again, “we are fucking. That’s kind of why we’re going to dinner with your parents.”
Draco grumbled under his breath, but left his post in the doorway and moved to stand behind Theo.
“You can’t wear it,” he growled, and Theo looked at him in the mirror to find his eyes were a dark liquid silver. Draco nipped at his neck before continuing, Theo moved his head aside gladly.
“Because I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” Draco finished, his arms had encircled Theo pressing him agains the sink from behind.
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