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Henry is beginning to seep across Ireland and the howling wind and pissing rain normally help me to sleep. Happy storming!
Harry leaned into Draco's chest with a sigh of content. This is what nights are made of he thought, listening to the howling wind and pelting rain that storm Henry had swept through the nation. The fire crackled in their dimly lit front room and he closed his eyes with Draco's touch.
"Do you know what is long and hard?" whispered Draco, planting a kiss behind Harry's ear. "And has cum in it?"
Harry bit his lip, groaning lightly when his pants twitched. "Tell me," he breathed.
"A cu-cum-ber," he smirked, chuckling delightfully at Harry's playful swats.
"Idiot," muttered Harry, smiling.
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