[ harry is tender and warm on the tongue in a way that makes it so tempting to have another bite. that makes him want to lean in and lick the wound, give him a second to match it. hear the way harry's voice hitches and rises and shrieks.
he huffs, reaching down to take himself into hand, smearing blood and spit over harry's hole before he slowly presses in, bears down and drops his mouth to the man's strong shoulder blade, dragging teeth against the skin as he grunts and pushes in to the hilt. ]
And what about here? [ a hoarse laugh, teeth dragging to leave welts as he begins to move his hips slowly, setting a languid pace. ]
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he huffs, reaching down to take himself into hand, smearing blood and spit over harry's hole before he slowly presses in, bears down and drops his mouth to the man's strong shoulder blade, dragging teeth against the skin as he grunts and pushes in to the hilt. ]
And what about here? [ a hoarse laugh, teeth dragging to leave welts as he begins to move his hips slowly, setting a languid pace. ]