As his breathing returned to normal, Seamus slumped on the couch over Justin's body, lazily kissing whatever patch of skin he could reach. He was sticky and sweaty and Justin's couch would probably need a cleaning charm - but he couldn't regret any of it. Sex more often than once a year was absolutely worth it.
"You neither what?" he asked, brain fried and unable to remember anything that might have earned such a comment.
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