Birthday mornings are stocking-less, naturally, but they can hold their own share of surprises. This morning, I woke to the slow slide of lips against my cock. Harry himself is nowhere to be seen, but a shifting, shapeless lump under the sheet gives away his whereabouts, his hot-velvet mouth in glorious contrast to the heavy rasp of his stubble.
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Date: 2014-02-13 07:44 am (UTC)Birthday mornings are stocking-less, naturally, but they can hold their own share of surprises. This morning, I woke to the slow slide of lips against my cock. Harry himself is nowhere to be seen, but a shifting, shapeless lump under the sheet gives away his whereabouts, his hot-velvet mouth in glorious contrast to the heavy rasp of his stubble.
Guh. Just so. Wow. <333333