By Passo


“Did I ever tell you how sorry I am?” Tom touched the scar again.

“Yes. Countless times.” Harry smiled through his tears. “I’m sorry it all happened, but it did. It hurt a lot, for both of us. And now, there’s nothing we can do about it but put everything behind us.”

Tom caressed the soft skin. He licked the lone teardrop that trickled down Harry’s face. They were lying together naked, in a chamber Tom had prepared for them. Harry didn’t know where they were. Frankly, he didn’t care. As long as he was with Tom.

“I can’t wait for the time to arrive when I could finally scream to the world that you’re mine,” Tom whispered.

“Well, don’t do that now. People might interpret it differently.”

“I know.” Red looked into green. “Harry, I meant what I said before. I’m going to end all this as quickly as I could. I want us to be together.”

Harry nodded. “We are together. I love you.”

“And I love you.”

As the former enemies lay side by side, discovering new things together, things were happening in other places.

A beautiful marble boy moaned underneath his father, glorying in their shared affection. The fire in their room burned as hot as their passion inside the manor where the outside world could never bother them.

A pair of fiery-haired youths cavorted in secret, underneath their parents’ noses—both knowing the consequences yet choosing each other over the threat of sin and discovery.

A red-haired boy dreamt about his beloved and their nights alone. At the same time, a dark-haired man thought about this boy, relishing their memories and dreaming about the time when they would finally be together again.

Yes, they had their secrets. But no, they weren’t dirty. Or guilty. They all knew that whatever form it takes, love will always be pure.



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