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Everything seemed so much more sensitive as Draco touched and kissed him, feeling his mates tongue inside of his mouth and letting out a soft breath of enjoyment. Harry’s hands stayed in place around Draco’s neck even as he stopped, his green eyes opened and looked at the man in front of him, his face and body feeling warmer than before.
Licking his wet lips, Harry glanced down at the carriage shyly as he was almost sad that the kiss stopped. It felt so nice to have Draco close to him, kissing him like that and Harry had no idea he could ever feel that way. Glancing back up at Draco, his heart seemed to beat out of his chest, noticing that look in his eyes, nearly melting because of it. “Wow.” He then breathed with a light smile.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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