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   harry lies down, face burred in the dark green silk of the bed with his arms stretched to either bed post bound with rope. his back arched so his ass is up in the air and his legs spread wide, bound with more rope to the far facing posts.

he can feel the friction with every move. the rope embedded into his skin from how long he's been positioned like this.

where's draco? he can't help but think to himself.

it's been hours. their first round was earlier that evening, it's probably nearing morning at this point. but harry knows his beloved blonde will be back with more to give him.

and he couldn't wait.

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