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Ending with a stifled laugh, Harry looked at Draco and seemed surprised when he rolled him on his back and climbed over his body. Keeping his eyes focused on his mates, Harry bit his lip when he heard him say that, knowing just how true that was. But what really got the wizard worked up was when he felt the other males hips pressed against his own.
Releasing a soft, shaky breath, Harry held back a moan while nodding his head. “O-Okay okay fine you entice me.” he muttered breathlessly. “If you continue, we wont even make it to the shower.” Harry chuckled.
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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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