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[dracolicious]

I came to the realization that it was my responsibility as a father to manufacture an opportunity for The King to spend time with his new little friend, seeing as my decision to teach the next generation at home rather spells disaster for him ever finding local friends his own age. Since I was feeling both benevolent and energetic courtesy of a

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[boywholives]

Thank God we're home.

[dracolicious]

And in the proximity of mattresses.

[boywholives]

The sofa will have to make do for now.

[dracolicious]

My life is so hard.

Accio a bag of crisps, will you? I can't move.

[boywholives]

Dobby, would you do us a favor and take care of baths for the kids? Me and Draco are going to relax for a bit. It would help us out tremendously.

[dracolicious]

You haven't got to kiss his arse, you realize. You could piss in his porridge and that bloody elf would still think you're the best thing that ever happened to him.

[boywholives]

It's called being nice.

[dracolicious]

Being nice is overrated. Look where it got me? I decide to make the most of the day, and the rapscallions walk all over me. They may as well have been wearing stilettos and jumping on my face.

[boywholives]

The sooner they get clean and in bed, the sooner we can relax in a hot bath.

[dracolicious]

And then on a soft mattress?

Tell me again why you allowed me to set up something so . . . evil. And at the last minute, too. Shame on you.

[boywholives]

Because you're so cute when you're in full-on organiser mode.

[dracolicious]

And the price for that cuteness is this. I hope you're satisfied.

[boywholives]

There may even be a foot rub in your future.

[dracolicious]

Don't toy with my emotions.

[boywholives]

Well, it depends entirely on one thing...

[dracolicious]

I'm not filling up the pool and having kinky dolphin sex with you, if that's what this is about.