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Harry felt a chill run down his spine at Draco’s words as he nodded. “It’s…barely been a few hours.” He said softly, looking up at his mate and fidgeting under his sexy stare. “Will we…” Harry stopped and shook his head. He couldn’t ask Draco about having sex, he said they’d have to wait, so he held back and just bit his lip to resist from begging for it. Instead, Harry waited to see what Draco would do, curiously eyeing him with blushed cheeks.
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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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