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 | | Weasley, I understand." Harry went back to sipping his tea, his erection still present, sitting up proudly, and Harry was pretty sure that Arthur was trying not to look at it, and failing. |
 | | Arthur nodded again, eyes roaming over the creamy skin, the well muscled chest and stomach, down to Harry's hand on his erection, stroking himself. |
 | | Arthur didn't wait, almost pouncing on Harry, gently laying him down on the wooden floor, grabbing the cushion off the chair to slide underneath his hips. |
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