Humbug.

[dracolicious]

My bollocks are driving me absolutely mad. Due to Christmas ejaculating all over the house thanks to Potter and his holiday fetish I foolishly allow to go unchecked each year, there was an abundance of mistletoe laying about. I had the ingenious idea to tie a sprig around my bits to tease Potter, and now I look like some sort of pervert who can't

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[boywholives]

Tired?

[dracolicious]

How can I be? I can't possibly sleep with this . . . foolishness in my trousers.

[boywholives]

...you put it back on?

[dracolicious]

Of course not! This is just the residual effect of my own idiocy!

[boywholives]

You look...perturbed.

[dracolicious]

Do I?

[boywholives]

A bit, yes.

[dracolicious]

Perhaps it is due to the monumental effort I'm spending on not scratching my bits.

[boywholives]

Is this about the mistletoe? Because that was not my fault...

[dracolicious]

Is that a fact.

[boywholives]

Did I tell you to fashion yourself a mistletoe cock ring? No, I didn't.

[boywholives]

Shush, no one is getting any jewelry.

[boywholives]

No, I told you - Christmas isn't for another twenty-two days. This is all just to get us excited for the big day.

[dracolicious]

Papa put the ladder away already. I know you better than you know yourself.

[boywholives]

Of course Oscar will be with us this year. Why wouldn't he be?

[dracolicious]

Don't tell me he's becoming some sort of amateur Seer, as well.