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“You don’t have to hide anything,” Draco murmured. He waited until Potter slowly let his arms fall back to his sides. “And you thought this would scare me off?” Draco said, suppressing the urge to raise an eyebrow.

Potter frowned. “This,” he put a hand on his stomach, “used to be flat.”

“So since your stomach isn’t flat, I can’t be in love with you? Really? You really think I’d like you more if you had abs?”

“I thought—I thought you might not—not want to—”

“Oh Potter, believe me, I do want to. Very much.”

Before Potter could say anything to that, Draco got down on his knees in front of him.

“Can I?” he asked, his hand hovering over Potter’s stomach. For a moment, he thought Potter was going to say no. Anguish was written all over his face. He still seemed unsure when he gave Draco a slight nod.

Careful not to make any hasty movements, Draco lowered his hand until it made contact with Potter’s skin. It felt so different from his own, a little rougher, and his hand looked even paler in contrast to Potter’s dark skin tone.

He traced the shape of Potter’s belly with his fingers, feeling him stiffen when he reached the part where his stomach stuck out the most over his waistband.

“Stop. Please stop,” Potter croaked.

“Potter, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Hoping he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries, he placed several kisses on his belly before he wrapped his arms around Potter’s midriff and nestled his cheek against his skin. Potter stood perfectly still; Draco wasn’t even sure if he was still breathing.

“You—You’re really okay with this?” he murmured.

Draco lifted his head, taking in Potter’s dumbstruck expression. He hoisted himself up while another smile crept onto his lips.

“You’re such an idiot.” He took Potter’s face into his hands and waited until his eyes were focused on his. “This,” he softly brushed his fingers across Potter’s face, “isn’t why I’m in love with you. It’s a nice bonus, though. A very nice one.” He tapped his index finger against Potter’s temple. “This is why I’m in love with you.” He let his hand wander down Potter’s neck before he pressed his palm against his chest. “And this.” If Draco hadn’t been so nervous himself, he would have relished the fact Potter was speechless yet again. “And all this,” he trailed his fingers down to Potter’s hips, which he grabbed with both hands to pull him flush against him, “is what makes me want you. Very, very much.” Potter made a choking sound when Draco gave his bum a hearty squeeze.

It felt strange, now that all cards were on the table. It was equally reassuring as it was terrifying.

“How come you’re suddenly so good with words?” Potter said, and Draco noticed his face was a bit more relaxed.

“I’ve always been good with words.”

“But, usually, you’re not that outspoken. And last time, you weren’t as…bold.”

Draco’s hands on Potter’s bum twitched. Yeah, that had kind of been a spur of the moment thing.