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Honey and Rough
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Harry licked the swirly trail of honey on Draco's pale chest, the liquid shining like golden snakes under the candlelight. The blonde squirmed beneath him, hands curled in silk black hair. Soft sounds of pleasure moaned from Draco's throat, delighting Harry.
"You're so sweet," Harry murmured hazily, tongue tracing the honey around Draco's taut nipple, teasing him mercilessly. Draco groaned, wanting in places he never knew could want.
The blonde pulled Harry's face close to his when the boy continued to tease instead of taste and growled darkly, "I don't want sweet. I want it rough." Then he crushed their lips together in a scorching kiss.
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Very, very, very short but I like it this way.
