Letter for Harry
I'm sorry you didn't like choking me. I just... I was sort of interested in it before and now that you said you would throttle me, I want to know what it would be like if you really did. Maybe sometimes I wish you had come and killed me. It just hurt a lot. I was so depressed and now... now it's gone, but I guess I obsess.
I want you to leave marks on me, it reminds me you were there, reminds me that you wanted me, that you love being inside of me and that you'll come back to do it again. I get less scared that you won't come back when I have something to look at like that. Maybe it's not ideal, but I think I'll get over it when we're more secure.
Now I'm wishing you'd bitten my hand again before you left. It's fading. But there are new ones on my shoulder and my neck is sore. I replaced your sheets with my own and they're softer. I bought some dvds as well. I didn't really want to get up, but I wanted new movies. I wore your shirt and your jeans and spent your money. I left the front open so they could see my bruises. I think the clerks were scared.
I bought some wine as well. I'm drinking it now. From the bottle. It's fun. I wonder if you'll fuck me with it. You shouldn't. I'm not finishing the wine. Maybe after I'm done. I prefer you, though.
Walking around, I could feel bits of you dribbling out of me. I know I smelled like sex. I loved it. I want them to look at me and know you fucked me. I'm proud of it. Are you?
I love you,
Draco