Achilles & Patronus

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"You must rejoin the ranks. We will lose without you," my lover purred. His youthful skin, damp with the exertion of our lovemaking, slid against me enticingly. My cock twitched and stiffened in response. He draped his leg over my hip, his hand slipping down our bodies to cup me.


The guttural reverberation of my voice made me grimace, throat rough, "Not until..." I choked on the next words as he dragged his nails across the tender flesh between the base of my cock and my balls.


"I know," he demurred. Melancholy did not suit him.


"Wear my armor tomorrow."

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