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They were so different from each other and Harry could feel it with every touch. Charlie's touch was rough, like his hands, and he was more demanding. He pulled on Harry's hair as his mouth claimed Harry's own, as though he was showing the other man just who Harry belonged to. His hips jabbed forward, thrusting his erection into Harry’s crotch impatiently, telling him just how horny he was at that moment. Not that he minded because there was nothing hotter than Charlie’s impatience when it came to sex. Unless, of course, if it was Draco.

Draco's touch was soft, as soft as his skin. His bare chest pressed against Harry's back and his head was tilted to the side of Harry's neck, nibbling on it softly, as though he was enjoying just the taste of his skin. His hands roamed Harry's lower back before slowly encircling around his body to play with his lower belly, drawing imaginary circles on the expanse of skin there. His fingers ran along Harry’s happy trail, but stopped when they reached the top of his pants, causing him to whimper with need.

Yes, they were so different from each other, from their touches to their personalities. Harry didn’t mind though, because he loved his two boys and he knew they would take good care of him and his needs…