Mwah
Draco was halfway through tidying up his living room when a sharp knock echoed through his flat. He sighed heavily, already suspecting who it was. It was late—too late for visitors who weren’t Orion Veyne.
He threw the rag he’d been holding onto the coffee table and stomped toward the door, muttering under his breath. When he yanked it open, his suspicions were confirmed. Orion leaned casually against the doorframe, his dark hair slightly mussed and a smirk playing on his lips.
“Evening, Malfoy,” Orion said, his voice smooth as ever.
Draco scowled. “What are you doing here, Veyne?”
“Came to see you, obviously.” Orion shrugged, stepping inside before Draco could protest.
Draco slammed the door shut, spinning to face him. “Do you even understand the concept of personal space? Or boundaries?”
Orion raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “I’ve heard of them, yes.”
“Well, you certainly don’t respect them,” Draco snapped, his irritation bubbling over. “You’re always here. Always standing too close, always looking at me like—like that!” He gestured vaguely at Orion’s face, which was still annoyingly attractive even when he was smirking.
“Like what?” Orion asked, taking a step closer, his voice low and teasing.
“Like you know exactly how infuriating you are!” Draco snapped. “Merlin, you’re so bloody—” He gestured again, this time at Orion’s entire person. “—hot and you know it, and it’s insufferable!”
Orion blinked, caught off guard. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me!” Draco continued, his frustration spiraling into a full-blown rant. “You’re too good-looking for your own good! With your stupid glowing eyes and your perfect jawline and your infuriating smirk—how is anyone supposed to think clearly when you’re constantly… like this?”
Orion’s smirk widened, but his voice was soft when he spoke. “Malfoy—”
“And another thing!” Draco interrupted, pacing now as he gestured wildly. “You’re always so calm and collected, like nothing fazes you. Meanwhile, I’m standing here trying to focus on literally anything else, but no, you have to show up looking like some sort of—”
Before Draco could finish, Orion closed the distance between them in two quick strides. His hands cupped Draco’s face, and without hesitation, he kissed him.
Draco froze, his rant cutting off mid-sentence. For a moment, his mind went completely blank, every sharp word and thought evaporating as Orion’s lips pressed firmly against his.
The kiss was slow, deliberate, and confident, just like everything else about Orion. And despite every instinct that told Draco to push him away, he didn’t. Instead, he found himself leaning into it, his hands gripping Orion’s shirt as if to steady himself.
When Orion finally pulled back, his glowing purple eyes searched Draco’s face, his smirk softer now.
“Feel better?” Orion asked, his voice low and almost amused.
Draco stared at him, his cheeks burning and his heart pounding in his chest. “You—”
“Me,” Orion said simply, his hands still resting lightly on Draco’s face. “Want me to leave now, or…?”
Draco swallowed hard, his anger completely forgotten. “You’re impossible.”
Orion grinned. “That’s what you like about me.”
Draco opened his mouth to argue but realized he didn’t have a single coherent response. Instead, he huffed in exasperation and shoved Orion lightly.
“You’re lucky you’re a good kisser,” Draco muttered, turning away to hide the embarrassed smile tugging at his lips.
Orion laughed, following him into the living room. “Trust me, Malfoy. That’s just the beginning.”
The air between them felt electric, the world narrowing down to just the two of them. Draco’s breath hitched as Orion leaned in again, his hands gentle yet firm as they settled on Draco’s waist. Their lips met once more, the kiss deepening, slow and deliberate.
Draco didn’t resist when Orion began to guide him backward, his back brushing the cool wall behind him. The contrast between the cold surface and Orion’s warm presence sent a shiver through him. Orion tilted his head slightly, his lips moving against Draco’s with a precision that made Draco’s knees weak.
One of Orion’s hands slid up, cupping Draco’s jaw with surprising tenderness, his thumb brushing over his cheek. The other remained steady on his waist, grounding him, keeping him from overthinking.
Draco’s hands gripped Orion’s shoulders instinctively, his initial hesitation melting away as the kiss continued. It was intoxicating—the warmth, the intensity, the way Orion kissed like he had all the time in the world and nowhere else he’d rather be.
But as the moments stretched on, a small voice in the back of Draco’s mind grew louder.
What are you doing, Malfoy? This is Orion. He’s… Orion.
He broke the kiss abruptly, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Orion,” Draco managed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Orion pulled back just enough to meet Draco’s eyes, his own glowing faintly in the dim light. His hand still cradled Draco’s face, his thumb brushing against his cheekbone in a way that made Draco’s stomach twist.
“What’s wrong?” Orion asked softly, his voice steady but laced with concern.
Draco swallowed, his gaze darting away. “I… I need you to leave.”
Orion blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Leave?”
Draco nodded, his hands slipping from Orion’s shoulders to rest awkwardly at his sides. “I just… I need to think. About this. About you.”
Orion was quiet for a moment, studying Draco with an intensity that made his skin prickle. Then, slowly, he stepped back, giving Draco space.
“Alright,” Orion said, his voice calm but unreadable. “I’ll go. But for the record, I don’t regret a second of that.”
Draco’s lips pressed into a thin line, his heart still pounding. “I didn’t say I regretted it,” he admitted quietly. “I just… wasn’t expecting it.”
Orion nodded, a small, understanding smile tugging at his lips. “Fair enough.” He turned and made his way to the door, pausing with his hand on the handle. “Take all the time you need, Malfoy. But just so you know…” He glanced back, his glowing eyes locking with Draco’s. “I’m not going anywhere.”
With that, Orion slipped out the door, leaving Draco standing against the wall, his thoughts swirling and his heart refusing to settle.