[ he sighs, a low rumbling sound against harry's throat, their hips coming flush. he wastes no time grinding his hardened, clothed cock down against harry's. he's warm and tolerant, eager for the taste of blood and the bite of pain. he sucks an angry, purpling mark into harry's collar bone. ]
Tell me how you killed her.
[ quiet, but intense, hands sliding down harry's side, pressing fingers into the place he'd bitten him when they laid out in the garden, just over his ribs, the wound likely healed. ]
You're doing so well, Harry. [ a passing lick at a nipple, a sloppy kiss to his sternum, blunt teeth dragging their way until he sits up, out of harry's reach and nudges forward, cock rutting against the curve of harry's ass. ]
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Tell me how you killed her.
[ quiet, but intense, hands sliding down harry's side, pressing fingers into the place he'd bitten him when they laid out in the garden, just over his ribs, the wound likely healed. ]
You're doing so well, Harry. [ a passing lick at a nipple, a sloppy kiss to his sternum, blunt teeth dragging their way until he sits up, out of harry's reach and nudges forward, cock rutting against the curve of harry's ass. ]