Love and Memory

Havermouth, Present Time

“Is that so?” Jules’ grin was wicked. “Who am I to deny my angel of their desires?”

Harry retrieved the lube that Fatima had discretely placed into their bathroom during one of her visits to their room. It had been gratefully received, Jules’ temporary solution of blood had been inventive, kind of kinky, and effective enough, but lube was just better Harry thought. He did not want to hurt Jules, after all.

“How do you want me?” Jules asked, he was already on his knees on the bed, and asked the question over his shoulder. “Like this? Or,” he rolled onto his back and placed his heels to his arse. “Like this?”

“Flirt,” Harry was amused. The moves were straight from their own playlist, they thought. “Naughty dragon,” they dropped the lube onto the mattress and grabbed Jules by the ankles, dragging him to the edge of the bed. “Like this,” they flipped him onto his stomach and stroked their palm down his back before squeezing the round of his arse cheeks. “Delicio