Not Wearing Anything Under The Robe

A few minutes later, Draco emerges from the bathroom feeling freshened up. He saw Riley sitting at the foot of the bed with the TV turned on. 

Draco called out to get the boy's attention. However, the boy was deep in his thoughts. He did not even notice Draco standing beside him.

Draco called out again. "Little Riley?"

This time Riley heard him. Startled, the boy looked up in surprise. "Oh, sorry. You're done?"

"Hmmm. Let's eat?" Draco invited. Then prodded, "What were you thinking so hard just now, Little Riley? I had to call your name several times before you noticed."

You. Riley would have blurted out but stopped himself first. He was already feeling embarrassed about getting caught absentminded. More so if Draco discovers that he was actually thinking of the man himself.

Riley, for once, could not understand why his mind kept straying to Draco and the scene in the bathroom a while ago. And the strange feeling that accompanied such thought.

Nervous, Riley dodged Draco's eyes and responded, "Ah, n-nothing. I was just worried about the… Uhm… rain. Yeah…"

"Hmmm…"

Of course, it was a lie. Draco knows that Riley is a terrible liar. The boy's eyes were always honest and transparent. He could not hide anything from Draco.

Amused, Draco pretended to accept the boy's explanation and proceeded to sit at the table. Riley followed, taking the seat opposite him.

To ease the boy, Draco shifted the topic. "If you want anything else, we can order more," he said as he started to put food on his plate.

Relief washed over Riley. He smiled and shook his head. 

"I think the food is more than enough for us two."

Draco saw the boy's smile and could hardly stifle his amusement. How naïve.

If it were any other who dared lie in his face, it would have viciously angered Draco. However, it was Riley. The boy could do anything, and Draco would still find it adorable.

With a silent sigh, Draco submitted to his fate.

After dinner, Draco arranged for the staff to clean and remove the table. When they came, Riley was inside the bathroom. Everything was already gone went he went out again. Riley thought it was just a coincidence. 

On the contrary, it was all Draco's arrangement. He stubbornly did not want anyone to see Riley in just his robe. He made certain the boy was not present every time the staff came in.

Later, Draco took a shower and asked the hotel for a laundry service. After it was taken care of, he found Riley asleep in bed.

The boy was lying across the bed, one hand clutching his phone. Riley must have fallen asleep while playing with his phone.

Draco quietly sat on the bed. He looked at the boy sleeping peacefully, oblivious to anything.

"Little Riley, you're so trusting," Draco whispered. The back of his fingers ran along Riley's face. The boy stirred and grabbed Draco's hand, pulling it close to his face.

"So warm…" Draco heard the boy murmur.

Helpless over the boy's innocent but flirty actions, Draco slowly pulled his hands from the boy's grasp. Then with care, he slipped his arms under Riley to carry and move the boy to the left side of the bed.

As he placed Riley down, the boy moved carelessly, and the loose belt of the robe became undone. One of its folds slipped.

Draco drew a sharp breath. His eyes darkened.

The boy was not wearing anything under the robe.

Ah, Little Riley, you give me too much credit! Draco was losing his mind.

Though the other fold was still enough to cover Riley's privates, his right upper body was exposed for Draco to feast his eyes.

Draco saw it all. That dark rose ring with its nub on the center against the boy's pale chest. The lean and flat stomach, down to Riley's long but strong legs. Even that bouncy rear that peeks on the side.

Palm over his eyes, one hand on his waist, Draco turned away. He combed his fingers hard on his hair, pulling a little down to his nape. He massaged it, fighting to calm the fire lit by Riley's body.

Draco struggled. On the other hand, Riley was dead to the world. Even after Draco had calmed down and righted the boy's robe, this time tightly fastened the belt, Riley was fast asleep.

In the end, Draco had to use the bathroom for a very long time. Even the cold shower did not help much to douse the heat. Knowing Riley was just outside made it worst.

But Draco never succumbs to his basic instinct.

Getting out of the bathroom, Draco approached the bed. He slipped into the comforter and looked at the sleeping boy.

"Little Riley, you need to grow up fast and love me back. It's unhealthy for me to suppress myself every time." 

Draco mumbled. Then scooting closer, he gently pushed his forehead to Riley's and whispered, "I'm not getting any younger, Little Riley. I will be much older, and you might find me lacking in the future."

Naturally, Riley could not hear him, which was good. Such vulgar words would have made the boy beet red.

However, the boy was soon attracted by the warmth of Draco's body. In his sleep, he skidded over and snuggled close to Draco.

Sighing, Draco tugged the cover over them and embraced the boy. Then ever so lightly, he pecked on Riley's forehead, then his straight nose. But the temptation was just so great. Giving in a little, Draco bent his head to nip at the boy's lips. It tasted minty and uniquely sweet.

Having just a taste of it, Draco was far from satisfied. Unrestrained, he prodded the boy's mouth open and slipped his tongue in, taking liberty in running it along the boy's teeth. Then he went further to tease Riley's wet tongue.

Draco knew he was losing control. He instantly stopped and pulled away. It was just timely so because Riley made a sound, slowly waking up.

Unsure of what awakened him, Riley's eyelids quivered. Afterward, his dozy eyes laid on Draco's hovering face. And he settled.

"Draco…" Riley muttered before closing his eyes again. 

Draco is beside him. He has nothing to fear. Riley went back to sleep, scooting closer.

Draco felt defeated. "Little Riley, what should I do with you? Your trust in me put my self-control to shame."