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I just ate a take-away. Will I never learn? I feel sick now, ugh. Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy.
"Whore," purred Draco.
"Yes," breathed Harry, squirming once again.
"You're going to have to learn to keep still," he whispered, returning his attention to Harry's delicate nipples, rubbing, pinching and twisting. He earned himself a strangled moan from the Gryffindor beneath him.
"Draco," gasped Harry.
His hands stilled, hovering over the dusting of black hair that trailed beneath the waistband of his partner's jeans. "I don't think you're ready to come yet," he murmured into Harry's ear, licking his ear lobe gently. "I think you've been a bit too demanding of me lately."
"Please…"
He grinned against Harry's neck. "Oh, the possibilities," he whispered, slipping his ebony fingers beneath Harry's waistband to free the source of discomfort.