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Rain falls outside, but neither man notices. Neville licks Harry’s throat, nibbling on his collarbone as his hands trace his ribs and the curve of his hips.

Harry pulls at the magic binding him, arching up as Neville’s teeth scrape his nipple. He demands more in a hoarse whisper that earns a laugh from the man tormenting him with teasing licks and gentle caresses.

Neville slows down, kissing and biting pale skin as he moves lower. Harry’s cock twitches when Neville’s tongue slides along the underside. Harry finally begs. Neville smiles triumphantly before he starts to suck Harry in earnest.

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