“Nothing.”
Since the others were distracted, Henry climbed onto Draco’s lap, still holding one of his hands. He cupped Draco’s cheek with the other. “I thought we didn’t lie to each other?”
Draco sucked in a breath and his eyes darted up to meet Henry’s. “We don’t.”
“Then tell me what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours.”
“Too many people. Strangers,” Draco confessed.
“You’re not a city boy, are you?”
Draco scowled. “No.”
“Yeah, didn’t think so. What can I do to help?” Henry wiggled his hips even as he leered suggestively.
It got him the smirk he’d been looking for. “Keep doing that.”
“Yeah? Daddy wanna play?”
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.”
