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That chuckle itself made Harry’s body tremble. It was enough to get his body a little bit excited, although once he saw that smile on his mates lips, and his mouth getting closer, he knew what was about to happen. Grasping the bed sheets beneath him, Harry tilted his head back and released a sexual moan of satisfaction. The very light touch of Draco’s mouth made the wizards body nearly melt against the mattress, he never could have imagined something so simple could feel so good.
Harry’s submissive Veela was kneading to come out, he knew it was only going to take a few seconds until he really got into that role he was made to be put into. “Draco.” Harry moaned softly as he began to harden once more.
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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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