unsurprising
3www://archiveofourown.org/works/250265
于是我发现我总结不来剧情- -怎么破
有一段HLL的draco的勾引
“You flatter me, Professor.”
With the boldness that was a sacred trait of Youth and the Malfoy name, he reached out to delicately remove the strands of raven hair from the Teacher’s eyes, tucking them behind his ear. His chest was filled with warmth and excitement anew when the older man didn’t bat his hand away or flinch from his touch. He had not dared to touch that man since he had grown enough to have minimum sense. Which did not mean, in any way, that he hadn’t longed to do so.
He still maintained enough of his mind not to make it linger, but his eyes stared into the other man’s. Inquiring, daring, wanting.
“There is blood.”
Draco managed, with supreme effort, to keep his eye from widening as Snape brought his own pale and long fingers to his chin.
“On your mouth.”
There wasn’t any change on the Potions Master’s face as he brushed fingertips against the small cut to the youth’s bottom lip. And that angered Draco somewhat. He had always been able to cause impact. Around him, everyone was either too dazzled or too infuriated to be blasé. His eyes searched Severus’ for a reaction, as he responded to the gentle touch.
-*-
Reaching out to touch Draco was something so unnatural in itself that Severus had almost hesitated. The boy’s beauty was ethereal, and at times it was as though its angelic traits mocked Snape by making Draco unreachable. The youth was effortlessly sensuous in his glittery manner, his flickering smile, the tempting tip of a pinkish tongue.
A wet tongue that was currently wrapped around Severus’ sensitised fingertips, dragging him back from his thoughts to the harsh reality where he had the beginning of an erection stinging his groin. He shut his mouth, for his thin lips had parted by themselves in what might have been a mute gasp. Draco’s eyes were shining on him, urging him.
“You look very much like a whore, Draco.”
His tone was dry as he tried t rebuild his walls, all of them shaken by the vision of that exquisite and wanting youth.
The only answer he got was narrowing of the Malfoy’s eyes and a vicious, sharp bite to his fingers.
-*-
Draco would NOT be teased, offered the sight of reciprocity only to have it all taken back. He moved his head backwards, releasing the man’s now bleeding fingers. He smirked, and laid a hand flat against Snape’s chest.
“I am no whore, Professor...” His fingers trailed down, feeling at the muscles beneath the cloth, and scratched their way down to grab firm ahold of the older man’s groin. “But you surely feel in need of one right now. Enough, perhaps,” his thumb expertly rubbed against the head of the man’s member, “to take advantage of a student’s crush.”
He got a hiss by means of answer.
“Casual is beneath us both.”
