"Incestuous?" Harry wedged a thigh between Sean's legs, rubbed -- cat-like -- across Sean's leggings. Sean moaned in appreciation, ground down, seeking friction. "How's that?" "We're related," Sean sighed, nuzzling the shell of Harry's ear with moist lips. "Characters, M'mean." "No. We're not." Harry grinned, swiping a slick tongue along Sean's throat. "Isildur's related to Aragorn, not Boromir." "Hmm...ohfuckyeah...you're right." Sean moaned, gripping Harry's arms -- balance as his world tilted. "Carry on, then." Harry smiled, slow, tainted. "I plan on it."
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