Harry groaned, fingers tightening in Orlando's curls. "Um... 'Silent Night'?" "Nope." Wicked grin. "Guess again." Harry forced himself to concentrate on the hum, and not the vibrations rippling through his body like fine silk. 'Hark, the'...Jesus!" Orlando's tongue flashed out, licked a path along slick skin. "Close enough, I suppose. I'll give it to you." Harry smiled into Orlando's smiling eyes. "Generous of you." "I'm the embodiment of Christmas Cheer." "The embodiment of Christmas Mischi--" Harry's rebuttal was cut off by Orlando's lips on his. And concentrated instead on the only gift that truly mattered.
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