Harry Potter Aesthetic Pictures Novels & Stories

It was the body of someone who worked physically rather than trained for aesthetics, the muscles built from lifting heavy hay bales, wrestling stubborn sheep, climbing fences, and walking the fields through thick mud. It was precisely the type of physique that Harry preferred. Raw masculine beauty that contrasted spectacularly to their own, just as Jules’ darkness contrasted to their gold. They had not missed the admiration of Talen’s mates, nor the werewolves and humans of Havermouth, as they had watched Jules and Harry together, and knew that they featured in many people’s lustful fantasies. Jules stripped to the skin, his cock standing as a proud invitation for Harry to do their worst… or

“I thought I told you to get rid of these pictures.” He scoffed behind me. “Why would I do that? They’re beautiful and they need to be displayed for everyone to see.” “I don’t know about all that, but narcissistic? Definitely.” “It’s called confidence. You should try it sometime.” “It’s creepy. All those eyes staring back at you.” I pointed toward a giant black-and-white portrait hanging near the hallway. “That one especially needs to go. Why are you staring at the camera like you’re possessed?” “That picture cost a lot of money.”