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You realize what I'm asking of you, don't you?" Hal, stern, lips pursed, frustrated. Harry wanted to wreck him.
"Yes, Harold. I'll suffer alone and keep the peace while you enjoy crumpets." Harry drained his glass, liquid courage and reckless grace. He straddled Hal's thighs. "you'll reward me of course, a promotion and visits to thaw me out from Scottish winters. When I come home, you'll repay me with a cushy commission and favors of an inappropriate nature…"
A sputter. Hal's cheeks flushed.
Harry gripped his stock and leaned in to steal a kiss "I'm up for the challenge, love."