Page 195 of The Chosen One Universe: Volume One

That got him a full-on smile. “You’re a naughty boy.”

“I know. But I don’t like it when you’re tense. It makes me tense. Who wants that?”

Draco slipped his hand under Henry’s shirt and stroked his thumb over his ribs. “Not me. Sorry, baby.”

“Don’t apologize for it. I know we’re all freaked out over what happened yesterday, but we’re doing what we need to do. We’re getting Sawyer somewhere safe, even if that means we have to make a pit stop for new clothes. Which I’m still not sure I understand.”

“You’ll understand when we get there,” Draco said. He slipped his hand further up Henry’s shirt and tweaked a nipple. “Goddess, you’re beautiful.”

“Yeah?” Henry glanced over his shoulder and made sure the others were still busy then looked around the room. He spied an open door leading to what appeared to be a bathroom. “Wanna take me in that bathroom over there and let me blow you?”

Draco growled his reply.

“And maybe if I’m a really good boy, once we’re back on the bus, you’ll take me and Sawyer back to the bedroom and show us who’s boss?”

“You’re playing with fire.”

Henry wiggled his eyebrows. “Well, I’m certainly getting hot.”

Draco groaned. “You’ve been spending too much time with Sawyer.”

“Too much? Not possible. Now come on and put your dick in my mouth before it’s our turn to play dress up.”

Draco didn’t need to be asked twice.

Henry climbed off Draco’s lap and pulled him to his feet. He walked backward with the dragon pressed to his front, their eyes locked on each other until Draco had him pinned against the door.

“You’ve got ten minutes,” Eduard called from the other side of the room.

Henry peeked out from behind Draco’s shoulder and smirked. “I only need five.”

Draco growled as he pushed Henry into the bathroom and shut the door behind them. Instead of giving Henry the mauling he expected, Draco pulled out his phone.

“What are you doing?”

Draco arched a brow and sat the phone down on the sink. “I set the timer for you, baby. You said you only needed five minutes. You’d better get to work if you want to come, too. Because if I haven’t come by the time the timer goes off, you won’t come at all.”

“Oh, fuck.” Henry glanced at the timer, already ticking away on Draco’s phone. He’d lost thirty seconds. “That’s not fair.”

Draco crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall. He grinned wickedly. “Four minutes.”

Henry scrambled for the snap on Draco’s jeans, tearing them open while fumbling for the zipper. “Why’d you have to wear the tight ones?”

Draco laughed as Henry struggled to get the tight denim down far enough for him to free Draco’s cock. At least he didn’t have to worry about getting him hard. No, Draco was so turned on right now that Henry might have a chance at making this work after all.

He dropped to his knees and used Draco’s biggest weakness to his advantage. He looked up at Draco through his lashes then bit gently on his lower lip. Draco groaned and reached for his hair, using it to guide Henry’s mouth to his leaking cock. He fed it to him slowly, inch after hard inch, using his grip on Henry’s hair to keep him from moving.

This was the Draco he couldn’t get enough of, the one who was able to block out the world and only focus on him. When they were together, whether it was just the two of them or any combination of their other lovers, Draco’s world narrowed down to them and their pleasure. He seemed to know instinctively what they needed and craved, and then he gave it to them.

Henry wouldn’t have imagined he liked giving away his control so much, not when he’d had so little of it for the first few years of his life. But he trusted Draco. Trusted him completely in a way Henry had never experienced. He loved and trusted his family, but this? This was something different. Something more.

Draco’s cock filled his mouth and hit the back of his throat. Henry swallowed around it, his eyes watering and his breath trapped. He waited, and then Draco pulled out and he breathed in before licking the thick mushroom head. Draco pushed in again, stretching Henry’s throat around him before releasing his hold.

“Show me what you can do, baby.”

Henry wrapped his fist around the base of Draco’s dick then moved his mouth around what he could comfortably fit in his mouth. He’d learned exactly what Draco liked and he sucked hard, moving his hand fast, as he tongued Draco’s slit and chased the drops of precome that had formed. He couldn’t get enough and Draco knew it.

“That’s it,” Draco purred above him. “Such a good boy.”