Softly Sharp
Draco gazed deep into those emerald flecked amber eyes. Glowing, hypnotic eyes. Sharp, slitted eyes. Draco could write an essay on these eyes.
The longer he looked, the deeper he fell, down….. down…… down into that alluring wedged abyss.
His eyelids began to feel heavy.
Hypnotic.
He wouldn’t give up, though.
Not to a damn snake of all things.
Instead, he rested a finger on a small black diamond that glittered with swirling gold. The snake waved its head lazily. The oh-so-bothersome weight of his single finger wasn’t appreciated, apparently.
Draco grinned and slid his finger across those smooth brown scales, along the sinuous, undulating curves, earthy coils that shimmered crimson under the soft morning rays.
Poisonously Beautiful.
Was it pathetic to get hard with a five feet long snake wrapped around your neck?
Oh Salazar, help him.
A silky, forked tongue peeked out, tasting the air. And his arousal.
Oh, Draco didn’t stand a chance. So he closed his eyes and blithely gave up. Not before sliding his hot tongue up the cool sienna scales, though, gripping that swaying neck as the coils around his own neck tightened in …..reproach? ….lust?. Could snakes feel lust?
This wasn’t just any snake, though.
The plates slipped past his lips as he licked and kissed, allowing that long, sinewy body to slither all over him. His companion hissed, low and deep, that forked tongue writhing on air.
Merlin, he was so fucked.
“You and your perverted games.” A head with midnight curls fell on his chest with a huff, flushed pink and panting.
Draco chuckled, breathless, hands slowly roaming on smooth, soft skin. A small part of him expected to find any remaining scales.
He gazed deep into those amber flecked emerald eyes. Glowing, hypnotic eyes. Soft, warm eyes. Draco could write essays on these too.
The longer he looked, the deeper he fell, down….. down…… down into that torrential, engulfing ocean of love.