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Harry's House, Late Afternoon
Late afternoon registered on his skin as Eric shifted underneath the layers of blankets and quilts. He inhaled and smiled. Harry. Harry lied next to him underneath his arm and leg. With the slightest of movements, he pressed his nose to the back of Harry’s neck and inhaled. He smiled.
His fingers brushed through his chest hairs. His nails dragged over the skin of his belly. Eric used his legs to slowly pull Harry’s straight so his hand could wander lower. He pressed a kiss to his shoulder. With his tongue he tasted the bruises from the night before. He smiled at bit a particular purple mark.
His fingers brushed through his chest hairs. His nails dragged over the skin of his belly. Eric used his legs to slowly pull Harry’s straight so his hand could wander lower. He pressed a kiss to his shoulder. With his tongue he tasted the bruises from the night before. He smiled at bit a particular purple mark.