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The skin is silky smooth under his fingers, the shape perfect for him to grip nice and secure, and the firm resistance divine. He runs his tongue along the entire length, teeth grazing the surface, gathering the taste.He inhales deeply, savouring the faint sweet smell full of both bright and earthy undertones.Carefully, he brings his blade to the skin, pressing lightly with the bejeweled stiletto dagger his father gave him just a few months prior. And then, the skin splits with a soft pop, barely perceptible. Sweet juises gush out from the wound, coating the blade and his hand alike.He cuts slowly, savouring the ease with which the flesh parts before his knife, the way the inside easily breaks under his pressure, the way the knife almost cuts his own hand.He licks it, the sweetness covering the knife, careful as to not injure his tongue in his eagerness.Almost throwing the precious weapon away, he takes the real prize waiting for him, hungrily lapping the the juice form the palm of his free hand, licks up his tongue, pressing two of his fingers into his mouth, down his tongue, sucking them clean.He's in heaven, the taste already so overwhelming. Unable to wait any longer, he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh with a soft moan. It tastes sweet, sour, bright and like it's a pure bliss and he can't help but whimper whe his teeth meet with a soft click and the bite rests on his tongue.He chews slowly, drawing it out like nothing else matters, like he can get lost in the taste and the pleasure, the soft tang and sweetness.Eventually he has to swallow the bite, let the mush slide smoothly down his throat.He's ecstatic, taking another bite, the loud crunch ringing in his ears like divine music and he savours it with a deep, content sigh. Rolling the bite around around with his tongue he slowly chews into a delicious mush, saturated by his saliva, so easy to swallow.And again, this time he lets his teeth sink as far as possible, taking almost too much for his mouth, his nose too coated in the sweet, sticky juices and he has to lick his hand clean again from the few droplets that escaped.The seeds cracks beneath his teeth, too hard, too unpleasant. He ignors the feel of them in his mouth, desiring the soft, sweet flesh more than he hates the discomfort.And then one of the halves is gone. He messily mouths on his palm, trying to get even more out of it, smearing messily the juices all over his face.Licking the exposed flesh of the remaining half, he carefully pries out two seeds with his tongue and spits them out on the floor after making sure none of the juice remain on them.He devours the rest in seconds, making soft moans as he stuffs his mouth. His self control is gone to the point he has to pull the stem out of his mout, already bitten in half.Swallowing it all at once hurts, stretching his throat uncomfortably and for a moment he's afraid he'll choke on it.But no, he's safe. And still hungry.Draco reaches for another apple.