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[27 Jul 2012|04:12am] |
"How does someone get as beautiful as you are?" Tom asked as he lay on his bed beside Draco Malfoy, his fingers brushing through the other boy's hair. He smiled when Draoc smiled and then leaned down to brush their lips together. "Don't you grin at me like that."
"You love me." Draco informed Tom and then sat up so that he was straddling the man's legs, pushing him arms above his head. He kissed him a little more firmly, making a soft sound against his lips. "You may as well admit it now."
"What makes you think that I love you?" Tom asked with a devilish smirk, pulling his arms easily from Draco to wrap around him and pull him close. He kissed him for a long moment, humming softly against his lips before he pulled back. "Reach into my bedside drawer. There's a present for you in there." He watched Draco's expression of both happiness and accomplishment.
Draco opened the box that he'd pulled from the bedside table and stared down at the ring. It was a fierce looking snake biting it's own tale, with dark emerald eyes. "It's..."
"It's my trademark." Tom told him with a smile. "And on my family crest. I just... I wanted you to have something that claimed you as my own." He told him and then leaned in, kissing him softly. He wanted to claim Draco, but not too much. He was married. And he was never leaving his wife. When he felt Draco wrap his arms around him and kiss him deeply. He knew he'd done good.
"I love you too." He heard Draco say, though Tom had never even said it. Draco always just assumed.
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[16 Jul 2012|12:47am] |
Tom had been working with Lucius for a long time and while he didn't particularly have faith in the other man, he sometimes had to go to his house and work with him. He'd been a few times before, but today was different. Lucius and Narcissa were away, but he still had to use Lucius's paperwork. So he was sitting quietly in his office and reading over some of the work Lucius had been doing while sipping on tea.
His eyes glanced up when he saw Draco, Lucius's son, sitting there and grinning at him. Watching his every move. It was a little bothersome at first, but he pushed it out of his mind. Instead, he did his best to focus on his task at hand. Only when Draco moved closer and sat on the edge of the desk did he start to become concerned. "Did you need something?"
The boy just shook his hand, his pale and slender fingers moving across one of the pages in front of him. "No. I don't need anything. It's just fascinating to watch you work." Draco smiled a small smile. "I can't stop myself."
And them somehow Draco was in his lap and kissing him. Tom wasn't sure what to do at first, but then he was kissing him back and holding him close to his chest. It all happened so quickly and he just couldn't stop himself. Not when he was kissing him. Not when he was touching him. And by the time it was all over and they were laying on the floor together beside the fireplace, Tom knew that he was trapped. That he wanted to be touched by Draco forever.
And that's when it all started.
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