Dominic drew back from the hug enough to meet Draco’s eyes. His expression was serious, but with a slight hint of teasing. “Something that requires less thinking.”
“Well, I'm quite good at that,” Draco replied with a similar tone, expression largely mild but with a faint twinkle in his eye. “Need some company?”
Dominic smiled softly at him. He could have company with Arran, he figured that was true. But it wasn't quite either or, and Draco... Draco was kind, too. Dominic could have no doubt of that right now. Dominic lifted his hand and ran his fingers along Draco’s jawline. “I want your company,” he said.
Draco leaned in, and then they were kissing, Dominic’s hands tangled up in Draco’s hair. Dominic was a man who tended towards seriousness and earnestness, and they were both on display even now, as he leaned in and pulled Draco towards him, as he kissed Draco like it was a solemn duty.
“You’re still thinking too much,” Draco said.
“I suppose I am.” Dominic sighed, drew back from the kiss, but then he nibbled at Draco’s neck, stubble brushing against Draco’s collarbone. “I don’t think I really know how to stop.” He could stop, with Arran, but he didn’t attribute that to anything he was doing. He thought being with Draco would help. He wasn’t sure how to truly start down that path.
Draco lifted a hand to Dominic’s tunic and hesitated. “How many knives do you have?” he asked. “Perhaps you should undress yourself.”
“Most likely,” Dominic said, instead of answering the question about his knives. He was still too paranoid for that. He did start to shed them though, with his clothing, keeping some of his clothing near him. He didn’t expected attack from Draco’s direction, not after what he’d already permitted, but this camp wasn’t well-defended and he couldn’t afford to be caught unaware. He didn’t know if Draco would understand that, so he didn’t bother to try to explain it. Instead he kept his weapons close at hand and reached for Draco once he was wholly naked.
Draco ran his fingers over Dominic’s muscles, and Dominic smiled to feel the admiration in them. It was a surprise, even with the flirtation. Draco still wore too many layers, and Dominic peeled them from him slowly, traced warm fingers over bared skin when he had the chance.
When they were both naked, Dominic kissed Draco again. “How do you want to do this?” he murmured. “What do you want to do?”
Draco laughed, a light noise that Dominic hadn’t expected and found himself charmed by. “You’re thinking again,” he said.
Dominic didn’t argue, because Draco was right. He just kissed the younger man, tried to forget his thoughts and the burdens they were under, tried instead to make his own peace. Draco’s mouth was warm and wet, and he moaned when Dominic licked into his mouth.
From there it became easier to forget his thoughts, to focus on Draco’s body and the pleasure that spiraled through his own. Dominic came with Draco’s hand on his prick, and Draco came somewhat later, finished with Dominic’s hand but with his prick coated in Dominic’s spit.
“Stay the night?” Draco asked, but there was a resignation in his tone, like he knew Dominic would say no.
Dominic kissed his forehead. “Another time,” he promised. And then, “Thank you.”
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Dominic/Draco, a different conversation
“Well, I'm quite good at that,” Draco replied with a similar tone, expression largely mild but with a faint twinkle in his eye. “Need some company?”
Dominic smiled softly at him. He could have company with Arran, he figured that was true. But it wasn't quite either or, and Draco... Draco was kind, too. Dominic could have no doubt of that right now. Dominic lifted his hand and ran his fingers along Draco’s jawline. “I want your company,” he said.
Draco leaned in, and then they were kissing, Dominic’s hands tangled up in Draco’s hair. Dominic was a man who tended towards seriousness and earnestness, and they were both on display even now, as he leaned in and pulled Draco towards him, as he kissed Draco like it was a solemn duty.
“You’re still thinking too much,” Draco said.
“I suppose I am.” Dominic sighed, drew back from the kiss, but then he nibbled at Draco’s neck, stubble brushing against Draco’s collarbone. “I don’t think I really know how to stop.” He could stop, with Arran, but he didn’t attribute that to anything he was doing. He thought being with Draco would help. He wasn’t sure how to truly start down that path.
Draco lifted a hand to Dominic’s tunic and hesitated. “How many knives do you have?” he asked. “Perhaps you should undress yourself.”
“Most likely,” Dominic said, instead of answering the question about his knives. He was still too paranoid for that. He did start to shed them though, with his clothing, keeping some of his clothing near him. He didn’t expected attack from Draco’s direction, not after what he’d already permitted, but this camp wasn’t well-defended and he couldn’t afford to be caught unaware. He didn’t know if Draco would understand that, so he didn’t bother to try to explain it. Instead he kept his weapons close at hand and reached for Draco once he was wholly naked.
Draco ran his fingers over Dominic’s muscles, and Dominic smiled to feel the admiration in them. It was a surprise, even with the flirtation. Draco still wore too many layers, and Dominic peeled them from him slowly, traced warm fingers over bared skin when he had the chance.
When they were both naked, Dominic kissed Draco again. “How do you want to do this?” he murmured. “What do you want to do?”
Draco laughed, a light noise that Dominic hadn’t expected and found himself charmed by. “You’re thinking again,” he said.
Dominic didn’t argue, because Draco was right. He just kissed the younger man, tried to forget his thoughts and the burdens they were under, tried instead to make his own peace. Draco’s mouth was warm and wet, and he moaned when Dominic licked into his mouth.
From there it became easier to forget his thoughts, to focus on Draco’s body and the pleasure that spiraled through his own. Dominic came with Draco’s hand on his prick, and Draco came somewhat later, finished with Dominic’s hand but with his prick coated in Dominic’s spit.
“Stay the night?” Draco asked, but there was a resignation in his tone, like he knew Dominic would say no.
Dominic kissed his forehead. “Another time,” he promised. And then, “Thank you.”