30. The Desk

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A/N Ok I'm really delivering here, another update! 

This one is actually really sweet so I hope you like it 


Aster's POV

Draco pushes himself off the bed, lifting me with him. In one swift movement, he's gliding across the room and perching me on his desk. The wood is cool beneath my bare bum, I don't even get a second to adjust to the changed position before he slides himself deeper into me. He stands at the edge of his desk, the desk grand enough that the he's perfectly level with me. 

"Much better" He murmurs, giving me a little smirk. 

I can't gather enough breath to reply. My hands slick with sweat as I grapple onto his shoulders while he continues to bury himself into me. I lean slightly backwards, balancing myself with one hand behind me, making the angle that he pounds into me hit the sweet spot. 

"I've been dreaming about doing this to you for a while now" he mutters, his eyes drunk. 

"Mmmm?" I'm able to mumble between my gasps. 

He chuckles at my inability to speak. 

"On my desk, on my bed, everywhere" 

He grips my hips harder and the tension underneath his hands ripples under my skin and to my centre. 

As if he senses the tension fizzle underneath my skin, he drags himself out of me and slowly enters back in. I arch my back at the gradual intensity, the slow movement just after a hard push making my body shake. 

He drags himself out and in again, painstakingly slow but agonisingly fulfilling. I pinch my eyes shut as I start to shake in the groin. He brings his fingers to my chin and tilts my head to face him. I look up and find his eyes blazing into mine, full of need. 

This was a different type of build to an orgasm, it was slow and calm. 

He takes the opportunity to kiss my parted lips, snaking his hand underneath my bum and pulling my closer so that our skin presses tightly against each other. 

"C'mon Aster..." he encourages, my climax near. 

I start to whine, gripping his shoulders for stability. I press my forehead against his and keep my eyes pinched shut, moving his hips forward slowly again I groan in frustration. My whole body starts to tense, and I grasp blindly at his biceps. 

"Dra-" I couldn't even finish my words. 

"Yes darling..." he whispers back. 

I suck in a deep breath and finally feel that gradual build reach its peak, flinching when I release my orgasm all around him with my core pulsating. He stops moving his hips for a second, and I look up to him, awe is displayed on his face. I gap at him, confused. 

"Fucking hell Flint" he replies before he pushes himself into me with so much force the desk rocks against the wall. I gasp out in shock. 

He groans as he picks up the pace. I grapple onto his arms again, and slightly dig my nails into his skin. He rocks into me so hard, my legs buckle from exhaustion and I'm not even the one standing up.

His moans turn grave and hoarse, and the sound makes my stomach twist and turn with heat. 

I watch as his eyes go glassy, his orgasm obviously near. In that moment, I decide to play. 

"You feel so good in me" I murmur, letting my words drag out seductively. 

His eyes flick open wide. 

I give him a smirk before continuing, "I want you to cum inside of me but only when I say so" I add. 

His eyes go slightly wide, his iris dark and large. He gives me a small smirk. 

He pounds faster into me, lowering his lips to my neck and sucking on the sweet spot between my ear and my jugular. 

I moan loudly, letting the sound reverberate against his lips. 

He groans in response. 

I feel his thrusts getting harder and his hands grip harshly against my hips. I'm probably going to have bruises there tomorrow. 

"Not yet" I tease, watching as his jaw tenses in anticipation for his release. 

He gives me a maddening groan. 

I smile before I lift his head up and give him a gentle bite to his bottom lip. 

"Kiss me" I whisper into his mouth. 

He does as I say, placing his lips softly on mine before gently opening them up for his tongue. He tongue lavishly licks against mine and I cant help by whimper into his mouth. 

"Cum for me" I whisper as I leave his mouth behind and look into his eyes. He watches me, his face tense with frustration. 

He pounds harder into me, my centre still straining around his length. 

Suddenly, I feel his cock tense inside me, and he fills me with him release. He collapses on top of me, muttering my name into my ear with pleasure. At the intense pressure of his release into me, my walls shudder and I feel myself shiver with response. 

He brings himself straight, lifting his hands from my hips and onto my thighs, now resting on the desk. 

"How?" he asks, out of breath. 

I look at him confused. 

"What?" I ask, my hands still grappled on his biceps. 

"How does that get better every time?" he asks, his face serious. 

I laugh. 

"I have no idea" I breath out. 

He smiles at me before he releases himself. He steps back, but leans forward and kisses me sweetly on the lips. He walks over to his dresser, giving me a grand view of his tight ass and pulls our a small towel. He comes back and hands it to me. 

"If you need to clean up." He mutters, a red-pink glow spreading on his cheeks. 

I give him a shy smile before hoping up from the desk and wiping the leaking remnants from my thigh. 

"You're being very kind tonight" I say gravely. 

"I'm always kind" He adds, giving me a cheeky grin. 

He pulls a fresh pair of boxers from his chest of drawers at the end of his bed. As he slides his new pair on, I pull my forgotten leather skirt down from my hips and fix it straight. 

He looks up at me, peering down at my skirt. 

"Do you want to stay?" he asks timidly. 

I raise my eyebrows at him. 

"Well I did say I wanted to see you in my bed tonight" he adds, cocking his eyebrow. 

I chuckle, "I thought you meant you wanted to fuck me in your bed".

He smirks, "Well I did, but I also wouldn't mind if you stayed"

I look down at my skirt, it would be awfully uncomfortable sleeping in this. 

"I can give you some boxers to wear, and a t-shirt" he interrupts. 

"I'll need to set an alarm" I answer. 

He grins, happiness spreading throughout his face. 

"Easy" he answers before grabbing me a clean pair of black boxers and swiping a fresh t-shirt. 

It's a dark green Quidditch training t-shirt. I pull it over my head and find it sits just above my knees.  I take the boxers from his hands and awkwardly pull them on. 

I look up to find him staring at me. 

"What?" I ask, suddenly very self-conscious. 

"You look really hot in my clothes" he breathes, bringing his knuckles to his teeth. 

I roll my eyes but inside my stomach flips. I don't think anyone has every looked at me with that much lust. 

"You're blushing" he adds, giving me his classic smirk. 

I push his side, but he grabs my arm before I can lean my weight into him. He pulls me towards him instead. 

I look up. I watch as his hand hovers against my face and tucks a loose curl behind my ear. 

"I'm royally fucked, aren't I?" he asks me timidly, his eyes soft. 

I screw my nose up in confusion. 

"You make me feel all sorts of things" he answers. 

My stomach drops. 

Before I realise what I'm doing, I'm latching my lips onto his in answer. He groans into my lips and pulls away. 

"If we start again, I wont be able to stop" he says into my mouth, his eyes looking straight into mine. 

I give him a smile and instead pull his hand towards the bed. 

"Lets sleep then" 

I hear him pick up his wand and mutter 'nox',  the few sconces in his room dim from the spell. 

I climb into his bed and shuffle myself under the soft duvet. 

I look up to find him awkwardly standing next to the bed. The only light coming from the small fire on the opposite side of the room. 

I move one pillow to one side of the bed and the other closely next to it, the fold on top of each other in the middle, the bed too small for two pillows to sit neatly side by side. I tap the pillow nearest to him. 

"C'mon" I say impatiently. 

He stands still, and I watch as his silver eyes flick back and forth to the two pillows. 

"I've- I've never slept with a girl before" he whispers. 

It takes me a second to realise that he means he's never slept next to a girl before. I smile, my heart warming. 

"It's not that bad trust me" 

He looks up into my eyes, "you've slept with someone before?" He asks, worry flickers in his face. 

I stammer, "No, I haven't actually. I just meant, I'm sure I'm not that bad to sleep next to". 

His eyes go soft again and I hear him loose a breath. 

He picks his duvet up and slides himself in next to me. The bed is tight with the two of us and I roll onto my side so that I can fit comfortably. 

"Do you mind?" I ask, gesturing to how close I was. 

He looks down apprehensively before deciding what to reply with. 

"C'm here" he says instead, motioning for me to nestle into the nook of his arm. 

I do what he says, breathing in his comforting scent. His warm body instantly makes me relax and I can already start to feel my eyelids flutter with exhaustion. I close my eyes softly and listen to his steady breathing. 

"Can I tell you something?" he murmurs. 

"Mmm" I say into his chest. 

"I've only ever kissed another girl once" 

My eyes open wide. 

"You've kissed Pansy though?" 

"I've only ever kissed her once, all the other times we did....other stuff" he explains. 

I crinkle my eyebrows, bewildered. 

"You never kissed when you were having sex?" I ask. 

"Nope" he murmurs, popping the p with his lips. 

I look up at him, leaning my hand onto his chest. His drowsy eyes search mine. 

"But you were the one to kiss me first?" 

"Yeah I just couldn't help myself" he chuckles nervously. 

"Why didn't you like kissing Pansy?" I ask. 

"It wasn't Pansy per say, it just felt too intimate with her. Like I was giving her something that I couldn't deliver on" 

I wait for him to continue. 

"I didn't like her the way she liked me. I also didn't trust her." 

I nod gently, letting his words sink in. 

"So you think I like you the same way you like me?" I ask. 

He mumbles a yes, his eyes now looking up at the ceiling. 

"Even though you kept trying to push me away at first?" I press. 

He mumbles another yes, still avoiding my gaze. 

I bring my fingers to his chin and tilt his head. He looks at me, his eyes filled with worry. 

"What were you so scared of?" I ask, wondering what that has to do with him pushing me away. If he liked me and he thought I liked him back, then why try and stop us?

He grumbles, his chest shaking beneath me. 

"I've never liked someone before, I didn't know what to do" he admits. 

"Well normally, when you like someone you're nice to them" I chuckle nervously. 

"I am nice to you" he says, his eyes light up a bit and I give him a smile. 

"You've only just started being nice to me" I add, pushing him slightly on his chest. 

"I'm learning!" he retorts. 

I give him a gentle peck on his lips before nestling back into his arm. 

"I'm trying Ast," he adds before I feel his breath start to slow. 

I let his words travel around the empty room, and close my eyes. 

This boy was going to be the end of me. 





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