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Closing his green eyes tightly, Harry felt his body eradiate pleasure from head to toe. It was as though Draco had somehow made him feel…perfect.
Looking down, Harry softened his hold in his mates hair, smiling shyly and enjoying the view of Draco swallowing everything he had given him.
“Amazing…I can’t even explain it.” Harry grinned, but then noticing he hadn’t finished, the wizard suddenly starred. “Can…I finish you off? Since you pleased me?” he wondered. Harry wasn’t sure if his hand would be enough, but he hoped it would be better than if he jerked himself off. “If you don’t mind of course.” He muttered, his eyes glued to the other males impressive cock.
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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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