Paint it Black - Chapter 10
“God, you’re so handsome,” Harry said. “You look like a Viking in a Calvin Klein commercial.”
“That’s one reference I don’t get,” Draco said, frowning. “Who’s Calvin Klein?”
“He made my underwear. Hey, did you really mean it when you said I could drive your car?”
Draco sighed in mock annoyance. “Yes, I suppose I’ll let my famous, handsome, boyfriend who just rode my cock into oblivion drive my new Jag. But only because you’ve twisted my arm.”
“Excellent.” Harry wiggled closer, throwing his arm over Draco’s abs. “I’m not your boyfriend, though.”
“Is that so?” Draco grinned into Harry’s hair. They’d been introducing each other as boyfriends for months. Harry was making a joke. “What am I, then? Your sugar daddy?”
Harry poked him. “Sugar daddies are rich. You’re broke, and I’m loaded.”
“Aren’t sugar babies meant to be nicer?” Draco said, twisting away from Harry’s hand, which was mercilessly tickling his ribs.
“I’m only saying, “boyfriends” doesn’t describe it. You like,” Harry’s voice had gone serious, “take care of me. All the time. Make sure I have everything I need.”
Now Draco’s voice went serious too, and a bit raspy, as he choked around the words. “Harry. It’s my life’s wish to make you happy.”
“Right, so then what’s the word for that? Someone who does - what you do for me.”
“Take care of you? Make you happy?”
Draco blinked, and thought about whether he wanted to say the word he knew for what he was doing. As he paused, he felt the word enter Harry’s mind as well, and Harry blushed, and buried his head back in Draco’s shoulder.