𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐋 | drarry

12 | the language of limbo

   Draco's back flew back onto the old bed, wings safely folded amongst it gently. A silver gaze peered upwards at the towering male eyeing above him, looking down at Draco as if he were nothing but prey. The angel felt utterly helpless underneath the hard stare, yet his adrenaline spiked heavily. His heart beat never ceased, he could feel the thumps beat within his hearing nearly masking the sound of his own heavy breathing.

He almost forgot what was happening until he felt a knee prod open his legs, spreading them apart slowly as the muscular figure maneuvered in between his legs. A gasp flew from Draco's lungs at the suddenness, and it didn't stop there.

Blonde hair strewed over the sheets of the bed as his head laid down upon the mattress, eyes fluttering to a close momentarily to savor the pure, raw emotion he was currently feeling.

Thin wrists were caught in a large hand, gripping them together tightly and pushed down above Draco's head, trapping him there. Eyes reopened to see a face staring deeply at his own. The angel gulped quietly, a sense of fear washing over him as he was aware how much power the demon had over him. The pressure on his wrists didn't lighten up when he attempted to tug at them— he was bound.

"Harry..." he whispered softly under his breath, wiggling his body, moving his leg up to rest his knee along Harry's hipbone.

"You have no idea-" a hot breath cascaded over his lips as the taller moved closer, voice dangerously low and it sent shivers down Draco's spine. "- What you do to me," Harry finished.

Seconds later hungry lips attached themselves to Draco's neck, a whine immediately emitting from the angel's throat, echoing off the four walls that surrounded them both. This sensation is all too new for Draco, so much was happening at once that it made his mind foggy and cloudy with excitement.

The damnation of it all poured into his soul, completely unhinged.

Draco grasped for Harry's broad shoulder, blunt fingernails digging into the skin, etching his marks into the flesh of the damned. He aches and longed for more action, to be touched by no other than the cruel monster lingering above him.

"Show me then," a faint whisper sounded.

Quickly, and without any fair warning, teeth ripped into his neck. A swivel of a tongue licked upon his impurity skin and Draco couldn't help but released a elongated noise that ruptured from his lungs. He let his head fall onto the bed, lifting his neck upwards to receive more of the unusual act.

The sharp teeth nipped at his neck, bruising it delightfully. Allowing the white canvas to be painted with a multitude of colors that ranged from pink to blue, the hues splayed together so perfectly.

Truly, Harry was growing more fond of this type of expression, not realizing exactly the damage that could be done. Regardless, he continued. The demon lapped at the prickled flesh, tasting the heavens above himself.

"H-Harry," Draco croaked out, finding his voice to finally muster up the demon's name carefully.

With Harry's attention being caught, he slowly detached his mouth from the boy's throat, looking down at the art he created, a pleased smirk crossing his features. He let his finger trail over the bruise, watching the angel wriggling slightly underneath his tender touch.

The silence invaded his mind, Harry wished to stay in this peaceful moment. Emerald eyes sparked when mercury ones found themselves staring right into his own, scrutinizing each other promptly.

The silence broke when Draco's voice rose up, the words ever so dainty and delicate.

"What did you do to me?" The blonde asked, raising his slender hand to touch upon the part of his neck that was flustered and hot, feeling the dents of teeth marks. A blush cascaded across his face, and he wanted to hide his face away from Harry's glare.