The prostate stimulator was printed underneath the illustration. “I don’t think I really want to try toys just yet,” he said, leafing through the next several pages of toys that looked more and more like torture devices in all their wicked styles and colours. Something that was called The Dragon had him shuddering and clenching his arse. “I can use them on you if you want, but I don’t think I want any of these things in me.” “Hmm, we’ll see,” Malfoy said simply. He was heavy-lidded and was cupping one of his cheeks in his hands. “We can, if you want,” he offered. “If you change your mind, I’ll stop and we don’t have to do it anymore. We don’t have to do anything we don’t want to.” “Only what we want,” Malfoy agreed readily, and Harry felt the beginnings of a smile creep onto his face.
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