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Riley
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Suddenly, Draco was kissing him. He was kissing him because his heartache was palpable. Because the words spoken were a reflection of everything Draco felt since the war. Because he couldn't stop himself.
It was different than their first kiss. Harry wasn't incapacitated by firewhiskey, and Draco didn't feel like a terrible person for taking what he wanted more than anything else in the world. He closed his eyes and let himself be pulled in, moving his lips slowly on top of Harry's. His heart throbbed and sparks spread along his nerves. On top of the hunger and passion which had overtaken him, there was a thick layer of pain and sadness. His heart was breaking.
Draco wrapped his arms around the other man and rested his forehead against Harry's. All of his common sense had been turned off, and Draco felt the burn of intense desire in his chest. He knew the bartender could see them, but he didn't care. Over the past months, Draco had given the bartender a generous amount of tips, and he was sure he would keep quiet. There was only one person in the bar that night Draco gave a shit about.
He wasn't sure what Harry was going to do. Now, when he was halfway sober, would he realize what Draco was feeling? Would he run back to his wife? Draco had left his heart open only to be broken by Harry so many times before, and the other man hadn't even realized what he had been doing. Now, Draco could not have made it clearer. He wanted Harry more than anything else in the world.
It was different than their first kiss. Harry wasn't incapacitated by firewhiskey, and Draco didn't feel like a terrible person for taking what he wanted more than anything else in the world. He closed his eyes and let himself be pulled in, moving his lips slowly on top of Harry's. His heart throbbed and sparks spread along his nerves. On top of the hunger and passion which had overtaken him, there was a thick layer of pain and sadness. His heart was breaking.
Draco wrapped his arms around the other man and rested his forehead against Harry's. All of his common sense had been turned off, and Draco felt the burn of intense desire in his chest. He knew the bartender could see them, but he didn't care. Over the past months, Draco had given the bartender a generous amount of tips, and he was sure he would keep quiet. There was only one person in the bar that night Draco gave a shit about.
He wasn't sure what Harry was going to do. Now, when he was halfway sober, would he realize what Draco was feeling? Would he run back to his wife? Draco had left his heart open only to be broken by Harry so many times before, and the other man hadn't even realized what he had been doing. Now, Draco could not have made it clearer. He wanted Harry more than anything else in the world.