Draco.
Two naked males lay on the bed, their bodies coiled together like that of a serpent. The one beneath had his legs spread wide, allowing Draco to thrust into him.
Draco’s pores were filled with sweat that dribbled down from his temple onto Edrand’s face. The male savored it. He loved everything that had to do with Draco. His Draco.
Edrand propped up a bit and stole a kiss from Draco, a moan building at the back of his throat. Upon release, it vibrated on Draco’s chest.
“More, Draco…” Edrand urged, growing impatient, and Draco gave him what he desired. He drilled his length into Edrand’s hole, the tight ring of muscles squeezing his seeds out of him.
Even while he stroked him and kissed him, all Draco could think about was that breeder. That look on her face back at the courtroom
