Tightly grasping the blankets of the bed a little more, Harry felt himself feel that sensation, the rising pleasure getting so close that he had to let himself go over the edge. Biting his lower lip, Harry tilted his head back against the pillow, bringing one of his hands to Draco’s hair to gently grasp it, trying not to hurt him as his hips pushed up unintentionally to get deeper into his throat while letting out a strangled, sexual cry of pleasure.
Calling out his mates name, Harry barely wasted anymore time as he came harshly into Draco’s mouth, for such a young man, he had an impressive amount to give. Gasping and pressing his hips back to the bed, Harry moaned one last time, glancing down at Draco and letting go of his hair, admiring the way he came, it being the first time he had ever laid eyes on his lover as he did.
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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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