Since Devon had been force-fed the first movie multiple times by his brother, I took mercy on him and used much of the time to give him his reward in the form of a leisurely blow job that ended up in us sixty-nining on the sofa. After we’d both climaxed, he slept through the rest of The Sorcerer’s Stone, which was fine with me.
I still couldn’t believe this was my life right now. Devon’s warm breath tickled the back of my neck as he slumbered and we spooned together. The rain continued to fall in torrents outside, with the murmur of thunder a constant companion. It was the perfect excuse to laze together all day.
I watched as—in gorgeous color and clarity—Harry sat in front of the Mirror of Erised. I ached as he continued returning for those moments, no matter how much an illusion, to si
