I knew that you were interested in it. You mentioned it a lot before. I didn't like it... I'm sorry. I'll do it again, anytime that you ask me to, but you looked so tiny and scared. Seeing you like that is unsettling, especially after I threatened to throttle you. Like, I said I would do that and not in a very sexual way. Like, I was mad enough to watch you suffer.
That’s a part of me that I try to hide and keep buried really deep down. And again I cannot express just how sorry I am that you had to see it, be a victim of it. I really wish I could take it all back.
On the other hand, I have absolutely no problem leaving marks all over you. No matter where or when, either. Leaving them lets me know that you'll see them, be reminded that I was there, think about me. People will see them, too, they'll know that you’re taken and that your lover is very possessive. Because I am.
Last night at work I got a few looks. I wore that open-collared shirt that showed my hickey covered neck and bites marks. Someone even mentioned that I had one on my ear, but I don’t think that she knew I could hear her. I smirked a lot.
It felt nice to have everyone staring at me and whispering. Usually people do, but this time they looked positively scandalized. They looked surprised, too. I loved it, loved it.
I know it’s not ideal. I know it’s not perfect. I know it’s not even normal. What I do know, however, is that I love you and I completely believe that we can work through this and build back up to the level of normality that we had. Draco, we are meant to be. It’s obvious, isn’t it?
It amuses me that you are moving back in and redecorating and making yourself completely at home. I’m thrilled that you feel comfortable enough to do that again. I realize that you were skeptical and unsure and nervous-all of which I understand-but this says, to me, that you feel trusting and hopeful. That makes me happy.
You wore my clothes? My clothes aren’t as fancy or fashionable as yours are. I bet you looked stunning in them nonetheless. I always thought you’d be able to work that trashy angle very well.
Oh how quickly you forget. I have fucked you with a wine bottle, which isn’t surprising, but you know what is surprising? That you’re not sipping it from a glass, but straight from the bottle. I like this new carefree side and I can’t wait to see it. Then again, though, I can’t wait to see you regardless.
I’m proud of it, and I’m proud of you, and I’m proud. Just proud. You make me happy, so so happy.
Yours, Harry
P.S. I'm going shopping for your gifts after work, so I'll be getting home later than usual. You can't be there while I'm cleaning and getting ready! It must be a surprise.
I wasn't scared. I knew you'd stop before... anything happened. I can't help that I'm a bit fascinated with that bit of you that you wanted to hide. There's... I don't know. I guess I want to know I can handle it, really. I don't know how to explain it. I guess I know it's weird and I'm being weird, but... sometimes I just need to know that I can trust you. I'm probably not making much sense.
I don't know why your coworkers looked so surprised. You're sexy so of course you'd have a possessive lover. Maybe they didn't expect that you'd allow yourself to be bitten so much? I did get a bit carried away. I don't even remember biting your ear... I just... wanted to leave marks on you. I guess I did a good job on that.
I'm not... moving in... okay. Maybe I am moving in... sort of. I'm nervous about it, but I am hopeful. I've not moved everything in, I guess. Well, there's hardly space for it yet and you've been a bit of a mess, so things need cleaning and rearranging.
I didn't forget that you fucked me with a wine bottle. It wasn't empty yet and I got angry. That's why I was telling you to wait until I was done. I don't forget things like that. I don't know why I'm drinking it from the bottle. I guess... some things don't seem to matter like they used to.
Are you proud of me drinking out of a bottle? I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not. Maybe it is. Maybe it's just... me trying to loosen up some.
Are you proud of being with me?
Okay, I'll leave the house. Or, can't I just hide in the closet till you're done?
I didn't think mentioning that you were moving in would startle you. It's ok to be nervous; we're both nervous. I'm going to clean and maybe rearrange today while you're out or hiding or whatever.
Yes, I remember why you got angry.
Drinking out of the bottle fine, right? It's not like anyone can see you and you're only telling me.
Hey, if you hide, you'll try to peak. But, if you don't know where else to go, you can stay in the bathroom.
I knew that you were interested in it. You mentioned it a lot before. I didn't like it... I'm sorry. I'll do it again, anytime that you ask me to, but you looked so tiny and scared. Seeing you like that is unsettling, especially after I threatened to throttle you. Like, I said I would do that and not in a very sexual way. Like, I was mad enough to watch you suffer.
That’s a part of me that I try to hide and keep buried really deep down. And again I cannot express just how sorry I am that you had to see it, be a victim of it. I really wish I could take it all back.
On the other hand, I have absolutely no problem leaving marks all over you. No matter where or when, either. Leaving them lets me know that you'll see them, be reminded that I was there, think about me. People will see them, too, they'll know that you’re taken and that your lover is very possessive. Because I am.
Last night at work I got a few looks. I wore that open-collared shirt that showed my hickey covered neck and bites marks. Someone even mentioned that I had one on my ear, but I don’t think that she knew I could hear her. I smirked a lot.
It felt nice to have everyone staring at me and whispering. Usually people do, but this time they looked positively scandalized. They looked surprised, too. I loved it, loved it.
I know it’s not ideal. I know it’s not perfect. I know it’s not even normal. What I do know, however, is that I love you and I completely believe that we can work through this and build back up to the level of normality that we had. Draco, we are meant to be. It’s obvious, isn’t it?
It amuses me that you are moving back in and redecorating and making yourself completely at home. I’m thrilled that you feel comfortable enough to do that again. I realize that you were skeptical and unsure and nervous-all of which I understand-but this says, to me, that you feel trusting and hopeful. That makes me happy.
You wore my clothes? My clothes aren’t as fancy or fashionable as yours are. I bet you looked stunning in them nonetheless. I always thought you’d be able to work that trashy angle very well.
Oh how quickly you forget. I have fucked you with a wine bottle, which isn’t surprising, but you know what is surprising? That you’re not sipping it from a glass, but straight from the bottle. I like this new carefree side and I can’t wait to see it. Then again, though, I can’t wait to see you regardless.
I’m proud of it, and I’m proud of you, and I’m proud. Just proud. You make me happy, so so happy.
Yours,
Harry
P.S. I'm going shopping for your gifts after work, so I'll be getting home later than usual. You can't be there while I'm cleaning and getting ready! It must be a surprise.
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I wasn't scared. I knew you'd stop before... anything happened. I can't help that I'm a bit fascinated with that bit of you that you wanted to hide. There's... I don't know. I guess I want to know I can handle it, really. I don't know how to explain it. I guess I know it's weird and I'm being weird, but... sometimes I just need to know that I can trust you. I'm probably not making much sense.
I don't know why your coworkers looked so surprised. You're sexy so of course you'd have a possessive lover. Maybe they didn't expect that you'd allow yourself to be bitten so much? I did get a bit carried away. I don't even remember biting your ear... I just... wanted to leave marks on you. I guess I did a good job on that.
I'm not... moving in... okay. Maybe I am moving in... sort of. I'm nervous about it, but I am hopeful. I've not moved everything in, I guess. Well, there's hardly space for it yet and you've been a bit of a mess, so things need cleaning and rearranging.
I didn't forget that you fucked me with a wine bottle. It wasn't empty yet and I got angry. That's why I was telling you to wait until I was done. I don't forget things like that. I don't know why I'm drinking it from the bottle. I guess... some things don't seem to matter like they used to.
Are you proud of me drinking out of a bottle? I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not. Maybe it is. Maybe it's just... me trying to loosen up some.
Are you proud of being with me?
Okay, I'll leave the house. Or, can't I just hide in the closet till you're done?
I love you,
Draco
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I didn't think mentioning that you were moving in would startle you. It's ok to be nervous; we're both nervous. I'm going to clean and maybe rearrange today while you're out or hiding or whatever.
Yes, I remember why you got angry.
Drinking out of the bottle fine, right? It's not like anyone can see you and you're only telling me.
Hey, if you hide, you'll try to peak. But, if you don't know where else to go, you can stay in the bathroom.
I love you too.
Yours,
Harry
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