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Harry looked up into those sexy eyes and grinned. “Touch me all you like Malfow, but first you have to woo me.”, he said playfully back with pink cheeks, wanting to grab his glasses to see Draco a bit more, although for now he just kept them off.
With a soft laugh, Harry shook his head and sighed. “All I can smell is that…delicious scent of yours.” He said right before laughing, feeling his fingers along his skin and how much it tickled him. “Draco! Quit it.” Harry chuckled, trying to roll off the bed although barely managing to get away from his hold.
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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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