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It's longer than my other fills, but there is ever so much smut, I promise. With thanks to my tireless and much beloved beta-cheerleaders.
As the Hand, the Glove
"I say it again: the spirit loves
the flesh, as the hand the glove."
~Biscuit crunch of leaf shouldn't make him feel this way, hard little knot twist to his stomach, sudden fleshgroan between his legs. But it does ( ... )
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The walk home is tense, he thinks, or maybe it's all in his head. He's bollocks at reading Draco sometimes, and in this case he can't see clearly around the edges of his own anxiety. He is sure Draco didn't catch him. Not this time, and not last week, either - that first time he'd worn them this season, when he'd shown up unexpectedly at the Ministry to take Harry to lunch.
The long minute when he'd done nothing but stare at the black hands, a small sound getting away from him before he could bite it back when Draco ran his gloved fingers slowly down his lapel as he inquired casually about Harry's current case. His secret is safe. Everything's going to be fine. In fact, it's oh. Apparently going to be brilliant. The quiet whoosh of the wards sealing behind them's still audible as Draco presses him suddenly against the heavy door ( ... )
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Stops suddenly. He feels dizzy and sick and better than he ever has in his life and never wants to stop feeling this way and Draco should not stop please god should not stop and he needs to say all that. "Ngh." Swallows, trying to inhale at the same time, so it comes out as a slightly choking, slightly coughing sputter.
Sees now why Draco stopped, catches a look at himself in the hall mirror across from the tangled inferno of them. His face white as chalk, spattered with fierce red, drenched. Nothing recognizable in his eyes. Please. More like a prayer than a sentence, and his eyes slip shut, hips press up toward the gloved hands ( ... )
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I wish I'd requested this. I wish I had time right now to tell you how very much I adore it. Just know that I do. Very much.
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And. ♥ You, dear, to me.
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I am speechless and stunned and gaping and OH MY GOD. This was absolutely utterly perfect. ♥ I really liked Harry's broken sentences; a delightful insight to this turned on mind and Draco, Draco was perfect.
Cannot stop flailing. You did the kink every justice possible (can you even say that?). Thank you so much for filling this. ♥
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