"What?" Orlando lifted his head from Harry's chest, eyes glowing from the fire crackling in front of them. "This." Harry scooted down, settling Orlando more firmly on top of him. The sofa creaked under his weight. "It's Saturday night, love. Wouldn't you rather be out and about?" "And miss all this?" Orlando smiled, brushing lips across Harry's jaw. "So, you do want to go out?" Harry managed, head tilted back in invitation. "Why would I want to do that?" Orlando slipped a hand under the worn cotton of Harry's shirt. "M'right where I want to be."
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