“Come upstairs with me.” Harry didn’t phrase it as a question. He tipped Bob’s head up, kissing him hard.
"Yes." Bob nodded when Harry let him go. "Please."
Wordlessly, they ascended the stairs. Harry stripped himself in record time, but indicated to Bob that he would do the honors. He undressed his lover slowly, gently, item by item. His
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I shall heap copious praise on thee once I squirrel a few moments to myself ^_^
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I'm so glad that someone is enjoying it. I'll post another chapter tonight or tomorrow.
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And again much to love here. I was even left with the desire to hug Morgan for helping out as you managed to show him as ultimately resonable, which I think he is once you get past knee jerk reactions.
Harry's jealousy is well portrayed as something he just can't help. Can't wait to see what happens when they head off to merry old England.
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England=angst up the wazoo, but also Happily Ever After, eventually.
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**runs off to read more**
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