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“I’ve had dreams about this,” Draco blurted before he could stop himself. “Merlin, please, Potter, let me do it.”

“You had dreams about rimming me?”

Ah, so that was what it was called.

“I had dreams about you doing it to me. And it felt bloody amazing. That’s how I want to make you feel.”

Draco bit his lip while Potter just kept gawking at him. In fact, he looked like a Dementor had just sucked out his soul. Great, he thought, I broke Harry Potter.

“Um…If you don’t like that—”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Potter burst out. “Of course I—” He made an incoherent sound that made Draco’s heart skip a beat. “But, um, Draco, that’s—Are you sure?”

“Yes?”

“Really?”

“No?”

“Look, you don’t have to try to impress me, I—”

“That’s not what I’m doing,” Draco said, suddenly feeling like a stubborn child. “I just —I’m not sure…how…”

“How it works?”

In spite of his embarrassment, Draco nodded.

“Well, I’d be happy to be your guinea pig.”

“My what?”

Potter laughed, shaking his head. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

Something scorching coursed through Draco as these words echoed in his mind. You can do whatever you want to me. Sweet Mother of Merlin!

“Okay, um…” Draco hated that he was so nervous. He hated that Potter was more experienced than him. But the longer he held Potter’s gaze, the more relaxed he felt. “So…in my dream, you were behind me and, err…I was…bent over.”

Potter made a gurgling sound in the back of his throat. It encouraged Draco to keep going.