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He knew that James's son was a grown man. But that didn't make it right. He simply couldn't stop himself from reaching under Harry's blanket. This was the third night, and still the boy pretended to sleep through it all. Even if he never penetrated, he needed the skin. He needed the contact. He needed the taste.
Afterwords, he bent to Harry's ear and whispered, "Thank you, Harry." He just prayed that James could forgive him.