"Fucking hell," he groaned, eyes closing as he shifted, his thigh brushing against Harry's hip. "Harry. God, Harry. You know he's gonna come stormin' in here any minute," he managed, which wasn't that he wanted to stop. Anything but that. Yet he knew, any minute, that alarm was going to go off. Again.
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Date: 2016-06-07 06:37 pm (UTC)