Distorted Exposure

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AN: Enjoy.

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Needless to say Draco got very little sleep that night. When he finally did drift off to sleep he must have dreamed non-stop because when he awoke he was equally as hard as he had been when he had gone to bed. Cursing the revival of the bouts of hormonal erections he had come to deal with as a teenager Draco dragged himself to the shower. Never one to waste an erection he wanked himself off under the hot jets, his cheeks aflame with the shame of an action he had avoided since his time in Hogwarts, during which decent boys to screw around with had been the least of his worries.

It didn’t help his mood that he reached his climax with his mind overrun by memories of the night before. Resigning himself to some suffering in order to reach his goal of destroying Potter, Draco calmly dressed himself, combed his hair to perfection and gave himself a tantalizing sway of hips that he knew would have any decent witch or wizard panting no matter what their orientation.

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“This is our library. As you can see it’s decked out well enough to be a set even on its worst day.” Ren smiled broadly as she threw the double doors of the magnificent three story room open. The randomly spaced glances that Draco Malfoy shot her brother were not lost on her and already less than kind plans were forming in her mind, each overflowing with ways in which to use Malfoy’s brutally possessive behaviour; something that had proved fruitful once for them already.

“Oh please.” Draco scoffed a little fed up with the brother and sister duo by then. They had for the entire day so far been babying himself and Potter. He found their actions completely unnecessary considering he felt he was handling the situation rather maturely simply by refusing to acknowledge Potter’s existence as he had done earlier and in his judgement to great effect.

“What’s the matter? Is this too cliché for you?”

“Yes and a tad redundant, though I don’t suppose there is anything I can do about it.”

“You are the model, ultimately it comes down to you.”

“Whatever, let’s just get on with it shall we?” Draco shot his tone containing a measure of annoyance and fatigue for dealing with the likes of his employers and even more so for dealing with such trivial points which he acted as though he were forced to confront. In truth Draco only put up such a pompous act to get a draw out of Potter, who for the moment seemed annoyed enough to glare but not open his mouth.

“Of course.” Ren smiled pleasantly in a way that made Potter give her a reproachful look as though he couldn’t bring himself to comprehend how she could be so patient.

“Today’s theme: seduction. The forbidden. Something along those overused lines if you please.”

“If they’re so overused then why are we using them?” Potter asked a curious lilt to his voice. Draco took that moment to take in his appearance. He was dressed in a vertically striped white shirt, a black tie around his neck, his sleeves rolled up ‘just so’ giving him an incredibly nerdy look. His pants, blacks slacks in combination with a shirt that was overly big give him an almost vulnerable, weak look.

“Because cliché in mediated amounts, sprinkled here and there with the right amount of uncharted territory, sells.”

“You’re the expert.” Harry replied with an indifferent shrug and Draco had the fleeting thought that Potter was far too calm and collected for his liking. Though he supposed he would have something to say about that in just a moment.

Draco watched with a calculating eye, revenge for the previous night stewing in his head and pumping a strange sort of adrenalin through his veins, making his heart beat just that little bit faster.

Potter seemed to fall into character with ease and that made Draco smile a little though really it was more of a smirk. So long as Potter played the vulnerable submissive Draco could have his way and set about getting his revenge without having to deal with the likes of Potter’s ego.

Potter leaned over the heavy oak table, laden with books and let his hair hang down in his eyes, his hand on a book, his index finger scanning down the page. Draco heard the click of the camera and settled himself in, feeling more like he was in a play, performing on a stage, than modeling for photos.

Slipping by Potter, he registered the almost imperceptible way in which the brunette lifted his head, expression of being startled, hopeful and determinedly focussed all rolled into one action. Draco knew it was a purposeful act but it still made him smile, a gesture that was something akin to what he supposed the devil making a deal would express. Potter was most definitely going to pay.

He strode past Potter like a ghost, giving slight pauses here and there to allow the camera to freeze in time his actions and Potter’s reactions which were so subtle that Draco doubted his eye could catch so much as an inch of movement through the dozen or so frames that had already been shot.

Circling behind Potter Draco could picture his muscles tensed and chorded even beneath a shirt far too big for him and Draco cursed himself for being able to, and even worse for the less than favourable results that following such a line of thought produced.

Draco for moment found himself completely fixated on the fact that Potter had a simply delectable ass, which was being displayed quite thoroughly in the way he was leaning over the desk. And then remembering himself Draco pulled his less than cooperative mind back in line and focussed on what he was supposed to be doing.

Potter was bent enough over the table that Draco was able to come in behind him and by keeping himself a little to the left lean in and still make it seem as though he was by far the taller. Bracing his left hand on the table inches away from Potter’s, Draco leaned in a little, almost as though he were guiding the studious nerd, a role that Potter had so readily taken to. Draco dipped his head a little past Potter’s shoulder and breathed lightly, feeling with a great satisfaction the bare tremble that ran through Potter.

The clicking of the camera stalled and Draco shifted his position ever so slightly, snaking his free hand up against Potter’s abdomen to draw him a little closer to his own body and farther from the table. For a second Draco completely forgot himself, flooded with the sensations that accompanied having the godly form of Potter pressed up against himself, but composure came easily enough, especially considering Potter seemed to react about as much as Draco would have expected a roman statue to.

Draco could all but feel the vulnerability and insecurity that Potter exuded and had to take a moment to remind himself that it was all an act and simply bending Potter over the table right then and there as he so ached to would not go over so well.

The ‘Gods, I can’t believe I’m doing something so wrong’ look that Potter gave the camera must have been pure gold because Draco heard the flutter of the camera’s shutter nearly a half a dozen times in as many seconds, though he didn’t think that was possible.

Draco decided to push his luck a little while he still had a complacent brunet in his arms; after all breaking Potter would come easier later if he got him worked up now. Draco slowly leaned in and nibbled at the shell of Potter’s ear which was showing even through the nest of black that he called hair. The gasp he elicited from such a simple action made the heat in his groin double and Draco resisted the urge to simply continue to lick and nip at the tender skin.

The almost ashamed look that Potter wore was evident as Draco kissed his way down the jaw line that Potter exposed to him by turning his head to the side. Draco heard mumbled encouragement in the hazy background of the room and he barely listened, not caring any more about the shoot and wanting more than anything to simply get under the skin of Potter.

Spinning him around Draco shoved Potter against the table and the brunet seemed shocked at the less than delicate treatment. Draco tugged at Potter’s tie loosening it a little and wishing he could simply swoop in and kiss the uncertain look from Potter’s lips. The way he looked now Potter was screaming ‘dominate me’ and yet Draco could not for the life of him get the image of Potter from the previous night from his head. The Potter that had shoved him against a wall and made him so hard from simply being told off that Draco couldn’t sleep for most the night for grief of his straining erection.

Draco started and thought he caught an odd glint in Potter’s eyes and he felt his edge slip away. Suddenly he swept down and kissed Potter, wanting take away that all knowing look. It was a patient languid kiss, almost a little timid and yet by the end of it Draco felt that he had been the one led through the process. Potter pulled away and Draco was certain that even the boy-who-lived couldn’t possibly fake the blush that coloured his cheeks but the hunger in his emerald eyes made Draco just a tad bit uncertain.

Draco found that he simply wanted to ravish Potter and was immediately disgusted at himself for the thought. It was one thing to be seductive and alluring on the pretence of getting Potter more hot and bothered than himself and quite another to want to try and take Potter’s innocence away knowing that it was all an act, knowing that he would be led through it if he tried.

Disgusted with himself Draco went to pull away, and turned to leave, hoping that it looked to be part of the shoot. Potter made it part of the shoot an instant later as he grabbed his sleeve and Draco paused. The camera clicked frantically and Draco felt transformed for a second, as though he were the blond in the pictures. He turned just a little and was met with a rather dishevelled and desperate looking Potter.

They came together gently, Draco let his lips press just a little against Harry’s before slipping his tongue out, running it across the bottom lip then the top, feeling what he had only had the chance to experience once before and not really concentrating on anything more than the moment. Harry opened his mouth and Draco slipped his tongue in tasting something that was uniquely Harry and made him dizzy within moments. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck, sensing more than feeling the way the hairs at the nape of his neck bristled a little at the touch.

Their bodies were pushed flush up against each other and Draco could feel how hard Harry was just as clear as Harry could feel the blonde’s erection. They couldn’t be sure how long the kiss lasted but it was unhurried, a little bit eternal and nothing like the one they had shared the previous shoot. It was as though they were both that little bit more resilient, and a touch more open. Just marginally more patient and it was all a little too real.

Draco pulled away first, and stood panting, his erection throbbing, and images ran rampart through the back of his mind. He felt his gaze catch with emerald pools and felt their entangled form as one and wondered what had just happened.

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AN: I know it's been way too long. I hope you guys haven't abbandonned me thinking that I take way too long to update chapters that are too short. But to be fair I did think I said that November would be a bad month for me. It's lucky that I even got this chapter typed up, I think I've cut enough sleep from my schedule to do so to make myself a functioning vegetable for the rest of the week but I couldn't leave this fic without an update for over a month. Not after all the wonderful reviews I recieved.

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Edit: Just fixing stupid mistakes.

Edit again; I'm an idiot, in my editting I accidentally ended up posting chapter 11 and 12 in chapter 12. Sorry for any confusion that might hav caused.

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