Humbug.

[dracolicious]

My bollocks are driving me absolutely mad. Due to Christmas ejaculating all over the house thanks to Potter and his holiday fetish I foolishly allow to go unchecked each year, there was an abundance of mistletoe laying about. I had the ingenious idea to tie a sprig around my bits to tease Potter, and now I look like some sort of pervert who can't

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[boywholives]

You look...perturbed.

[dracolicious]

Do I?

[boywholives]

A bit, yes.

[dracolicious]

Perhaps it is due to the monumental effort I'm spending on not scratching my bits.

[boywholives]

Don't hold back on our account. Have at it.

[dracolicious]

No. I will have control.

[boywholives]

Go on. You know you want to.

[dracolicious]

I WILL NOT.

[boywholives]

Bet you will now.

[dracolicious]

What have I done to deserve this?

[boywholives]

Joined the Inquisitorial Squad.

[dracolicious]

. . . Which allowed me to manhandle you.

[boywholives]

Which allowed you to terrorize me, you mean.

[dracolicious]

And manhandle, which is the more important of the two.

[boywholives]

You haven't said much about our meeting with the Emersons.

[dracolicious]

I have nothing to say.