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[boywholives]

After my rather spectacular row with Shane the other night, I wasn't sure how I was going to tell Draco that I'd probably bollocksed things up even worse than they were before. I mean, I couldn't not tell him what happened - he knew that I was at least going to invite Shane and Charlie to Draco's birthday dinner for tomorrow - but...but I was

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[boywholives]

You like it when I play all innocent, don't you?

[dracolicious]

Only on special occasions, pet. It wouldn't do to make things tiresome, now, would it?

[boywholives]

I know you like it best when I play the poor destitute virgin who has no choice but to sell his body, and you get to be my first customer. Virgin and rentboy. Your two favourites.

[dracolicious]

That sounds suspiciously like an offer.

[boywholives]

Might be.

Though I think that I'd like to be the Muggle billionaire who fancies a bit of rough trade this time.

[dracolicious]

Pardon me, Potter, but whose birthday is it?

[boywholives]

Mine on July 31.

[dracolicious]

Well, then, in fifty-six days you can get all of the rough Muggle billionaire shagging you please.

[boywholives]

So I'll be the one getting rammed later, then?

[dracolicious]

Not exclusively.

[boywholives]

Good to know you're up for a bit of variety.

[dracolicious]

It's a pity we can't shag each other at the same time. I wonder if there's a spell for switching the location of an arse.

[boywholives]

...don't you dare even try to look that up!

[dracolicious]

I wouldn't mind wearing my arse on my sleeve for a few hours.

[boywholives]

Well I would.

[dracolicious]

Then you can be the one to shag my bicep while I have at your arse.