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All day. [The awe in his voice is apparent, sweetly hilarious. It's another of those ideas that he's having a hard time comprehending.
Harry's face reddens and he drops his gaze for a moment.]
I. I don't know what I'm thinking.
[He likes the feeling of Tim beneath him, though. Likes feeling his arousal, likes the scent of his skin. He hides his face against Tim's neck.]
I've never... never had a man in a bed before. It feels very strange, Tim. Lovely, but strange.
[He sighs and lets his hand drift down Tim's belly, following the line of his pelvis, skirting his cock to pet his thigh. He swallows thickly.]
I keep thinking we're about to be caught. Or that I'll do something foolish.
Harry's face reddens and he drops his gaze for a moment.]
I. I don't know what I'm thinking.
[He likes the feeling of Tim beneath him, though. Likes feeling his arousal, likes the scent of his skin. He hides his face against Tim's neck.]
I've never... never had a man in a bed before. It feels very strange, Tim. Lovely, but strange.
[He sighs and lets his hand drift down Tim's belly, following the line of his pelvis, skirting his cock to pet his thigh. He swallows thickly.]
I keep thinking we're about to be caught. Or that I'll do something foolish.
I could give you some ideas, if you want.
[ The pull of his lips going mischievous, but there’s no urgency to it. Interest, certainly, but feeling Harry’s body on his, the weight and the warmth of him holding him down right here, in this room where he’s given Tim his trust, his secrets, and now his body – it's nice. His flesh has the reaction that any man would have, to have someone precious pressed so closely to him, but there’s no rush.
In that way, this place is so different from the way things used to be for him. For both of them. He remembers, stroking his face, his hair, his shoulders, in gentle, soothing motions. ]
I remember that paranoia, too. I think you’ll be surprised how quickly you grow out of it here. Especially when my visits get to be a habit.
[ The pull of his lips going mischievous, but there’s no urgency to it. Interest, certainly, but feeling Harry’s body on his, the weight and the warmth of him holding him down right here, in this room where he’s given Tim his trust, his secrets, and now his body – it's nice. His flesh has the reaction that any man would have, to have someone precious pressed so closely to him, but there’s no rush.
In that way, this place is so different from the way things used to be for him. For both of them. He remembers, stroking his face, his hair, his shoulders, in gentle, soothing motions. ]
I remember that paranoia, too. I think you’ll be surprised how quickly you grow out of it here. Especially when my visits get to be a habit.
Habit. [Repeated with that same awe. He feels a little faint, contemplating it.
His hand finds Tim's cock and strokes it with a steady enough hand, less urgently before. Harry hums softly, the sort of absent noise a person makes when puzzling something out.]
What, ah. What ideas would those be?
[He shifts a little bit so he can actually see Tim, emboldened by the implication that Tim will return even if Harry fucks it up.]
His hand finds Tim's cock and strokes it with a steady enough hand, less urgently before. Harry hums softly, the sort of absent noise a person makes when puzzling something out.]
What, ah. What ideas would those be?
[He shifts a little bit so he can actually see Tim, emboldened by the implication that Tim will return even if Harry fucks it up.]
[ For as open as he’s been up to now, Tim doesn’t have the easiest time putting words to his desires. The men that he’s been with the longest just know, somehow, they’ve become attuned to each other in ways that transcend words, or in Hawk’s case, he saw right through Tim from the start and it just so happened that their preferences compliment each other completely. He’s always been more comfortable in submission, in worship, trusting an authority figure to take care of him, doing what they say and receiving his divine reward.
For once, the imbalance in experience tilts in his direction. He gets the impression that Harry’s a pleaser, just like he is, so he’ll need a little nudge. ]
I liked the way you felt in my mouth. [ Getting hard in his hand, rocking his hips in tune with the languid pace. ] I bet you'd feel better inside me. Would you want me like this?
[ Whining underneath him, ankles on his shoulders. He can picture it, and it makes him ache. ]
Or from behind?
[ A new view, the lewd smack of thighs on ass. ]
I could get back on your lap, too.
For once, the imbalance in experience tilts in his direction. He gets the impression that Harry’s a pleaser, just like he is, so he’ll need a little nudge. ]
I liked the way you felt in my mouth. [ Getting hard in his hand, rocking his hips in tune with the languid pace. ] I bet you'd feel better inside me. Would you want me like this?
[ Whining underneath him, ankles on his shoulders. He can picture it, and it makes him ache. ]
Or from behind?
[ A new view, the lewd smack of thighs on ass. ]
I could get back on your lap, too.
[Harry's brain shorts out for a full minute at those mental images. While he processes, he keeps stroking Tim's cock.]
I.
How do you usually...?
[Harry exhales slowly. He's not going to let his nerves best him.]
My apologies, Tim. I am not trying to be, ah, indecisive with my affections.
[He pauses to kiss Tim's mouth gently.] I want you very badly. But I don't want you the way I've had... well.
You are terribly special to me, is all I mean to say.
[His hand stills and he looks Tim in the eye.]
I want to see your face, when you spend. I would like that very much. So if I'm to... to do that, then yes, just like this.
Please, tell me what you want, Tim.
I.
How do you usually...?
[Harry exhales slowly. He's not going to let his nerves best him.]
My apologies, Tim. I am not trying to be, ah, indecisive with my affections.
[He pauses to kiss Tim's mouth gently.] I want you very badly. But I don't want you the way I've had... well.
You are terribly special to me, is all I mean to say.
[His hand stills and he looks Tim in the eye.]
I want to see your face, when you spend. I would like that very much. So if I'm to... to do that, then yes, just like this.
Please, tell me what you want, Tim.
[ The pause makes him squirm, half impatiently begging for more than just a hand, half uncertainty, that he's said too much, that he'll be wanton and whorish to him, off-putting - but he kisses him so sweetly that he has to laugh. It's a light, airy, gentle thing. ]
You're special to me too, you know. Like this sounds perfect.
[ Kissing him again, and wrapping his legs around the back of his thighs, loosely, in case he needs to get up. ]
Do you have...um.
[ Lube, vaseline, something. Harry doesn't have a wealth of experience, but he knows the human body, he hopes he doesn't have to spell it out. ]
You're special to me too, you know. Like this sounds perfect.
[ Kissing him again, and wrapping his legs around the back of his thighs, loosely, in case he needs to get up. ]
Do you have...um.
[ Lube, vaseline, something. Harry doesn't have a wealth of experience, but he knows the human body, he hopes he doesn't have to spell it out. ]
[He looks at Tim blankly for a second, then laughs, ducking his head.]
Ah. Yes. The, the manor has provided... well. Yes. [But he kisses Tim again before he reluctantly slips away from him. He has to sit up and reach for the heavy wooden nightstand. The manor has apparently seen fit to stock every bedroom with Astroglide, and although he'd never expected to use it, Harry had read the label and then returned it to where he'd found it.
Still sitting up, covers pooled around his waist, he rereads the label again because his nerves have returned. His eyes flick to Tim, laying there all smooth skin and warm affection.
Stop it, Harry, he thinks, and takes a slow breath.]
Are you comfortable?
Ah. Yes. The, the manor has provided... well. Yes. [But he kisses Tim again before he reluctantly slips away from him. He has to sit up and reach for the heavy wooden nightstand. The manor has apparently seen fit to stock every bedroom with Astroglide, and although he'd never expected to use it, Harry had read the label and then returned it to where he'd found it.
Still sitting up, covers pooled around his waist, he rereads the label again because his nerves have returned. His eyes flick to Tim, laying there all smooth skin and warm affection.
Stop it, Harry, he thinks, and takes a slow breath.]
Are you comfortable?
[ Tim looks up at him with nothing less than adoration, the thin sheen of sweat and disorderly state of his hair no issue to him when all his focus is on this lovely man. This lovely, attentive, gentle man, the type of person Tim would love if he knew what was good for him. ]
I am.
[ He rubs his ankle against Harry's leg, little affectionate gestures to make him comfortable, too. ]
Don't be nervous. I want you, Harry.
I am.
[ He rubs his ankle against Harry's leg, little affectionate gestures to make him comfortable, too. ]
Don't be nervous. I want you, Harry.
[Harry scoffs softly.] Tim, I'm afraid 'nervous' has been my constant state of being for my entire life. Please don't think it any fault of yours.
[Still he applies lube to his fingers, eyebrows lifting as he rubs them together to feel the texture. Finding it satisfactory (and oh, even here technology has made minute changes to things) he shifts back. His gaze has changed very subtly as he studies Tim's body - it's still beautiful to him, but now it is in fact a human body to be rearranged and, in a way, examined.]
Draw your legs up, please.
[Still he applies lube to his fingers, eyebrows lifting as he rubs them together to feel the texture. Finding it satisfactory (and oh, even here technology has made minute changes to things) he shifts back. His gaze has changed very subtly as he studies Tim's body - it's still beautiful to him, but now it is in fact a human body to be rearranged and, in a way, examined.]
Draw your legs up, please.
[ He lets out an amused huff, and punctuates it with a cheeky bite to his lips before doing exactly what he's told. Tim spreads his legs and shoves his hands under his knees, drawing them up to his chest and exposing him. It makes him feel nervous now, every part of him vulnerable under Harry's gaze, his hands. ]
Is that good?
Is that good?
Very good.
[He pauses to lean over and brush his lips over Tim's.] Lovely as ever.
[Harry shuffles his body a bit so that he can get between Tim's legs, weirdly more at ease now that he can focus on cause and effect. Warm, slick fingers slip over Tim's hole while Harry's gaze stays more or less on Tim's face to gauge his reaction.
Gently (of course) and slowly he presses a single digit in only when he's quite sure Tim is relaxed somewhat.]
You're doing marvellously, Tim.
[He pauses to lean over and brush his lips over Tim's.] Lovely as ever.
[Harry shuffles his body a bit so that he can get between Tim's legs, weirdly more at ease now that he can focus on cause and effect. Warm, slick fingers slip over Tim's hole while Harry's gaze stays more or less on Tim's face to gauge his reaction.
Gently (of course) and slowly he presses a single digit in only when he's quite sure Tim is relaxed somewhat.]
You're doing marvellously, Tim.
[ Tim leans up into it, making sure to leave him with a good smack of his lips before he has to turn his attention elsewhere. After a deep breath in, and a long breath out, it's easy enough to relax. He's hardly new to this, even if it's not always this soft, this slow.
The intrusion prompts a soft gasp, and Tim's face flushes. His eyes are hungry, looking Harry up and down, searching his expression. wanting to see the digits disappearing inside him. He clenches around his finger, purposely, an invitation to come in deeper. ]
The intrusion prompts a soft gasp, and Tim's face flushes. His eyes are hungry, looking Harry up and down, searching his expression. wanting to see the digits disappearing inside him. He clenches around his finger, purposely, an invitation to come in deeper. ]
[Tim is clearly in no distress - seems, if anything, a little impatient. Harry's not to be rushed though, and so takes his time before introducing the second finger. Then eyes downcast to watch his hand he feels unerringly for Tim's prostate.
Sometimes it pays to have an intimate working knowledge of the human body, even if it does leave him looking a little like he's reading something particularly engaging.
His other hand moves to stroke Tim's cock a few times as well.]
Sometimes it pays to have an intimate working knowledge of the human body, even if it does leave him looking a little like he's reading something particularly engaging.
His other hand moves to stroke Tim's cock a few times as well.]
[ Patience is not his strong suit, but despite the squirming and shifting, he likes being made to wait. It's not just about anticipation, but not being in control, having to prioritize someone else's pace, their needs over his own. There's comfort in not having to be the one thinking.
There's a sharp gasp when Harry finds what he's looking for, a jerk of his leg before Tim relaxes again. ]
Yeah. That's-- that's good.
[ Shifting downwards in rhythm, trying to fuck himself on Harry's fingers. Tim's breathing gets lighter, quicker, his body stretching to accommodate as it's done so many times before, but never with Harry. That makes it more special, makes him more eager. ]
There's a sharp gasp when Harry finds what he's looking for, a jerk of his leg before Tim relaxes again. ]
Yeah. That's-- that's good.
[ Shifting downwards in rhythm, trying to fuck himself on Harry's fingers. Tim's breathing gets lighter, quicker, his body stretching to accommodate as it's done so many times before, but never with Harry. That makes it more special, makes him more eager. ]
[Harry is an extremely warm and generous person, but there is something in him that allows for distance when dealing with bodies. This is nothing like surgery of course, and Tim's expression and the sounds he makes are doing wonders for Harry's interest, but just that sliver of coolness lets him continue without feeling nervous. He finger fucks Tim, paying special attention to whatever makes him spasm involuntarily, until he himself is achingly hard. He wasn't sure he would be, so soon after the last time.
With real regret Harry pulls his fingers out and then shifts again, settling properly between Tim's legs again.]
You're doing very well.
[Softly, softly. At this rate Tim might be forgiven for thinking Harry's never raised his voice in his life.
He takes hold of his cock and lines himself up carefully before slowly - slowly! - pressing forward and in.]
With real regret Harry pulls his fingers out and then shifts again, settling properly between Tim's legs again.]
You're doing very well.
[Softly, softly. At this rate Tim might be forgiven for thinking Harry's never raised his voice in his life.
He takes hold of his cock and lines himself up carefully before slowly - slowly! - pressing forward and in.]
In your room. Or mine.
I'm sure I could be quite creative - there are places bruises can be left that clothing cannot hide. It would be a fun little game.
I'm sure I could be quite creative - there are places bruises can be left that clothing cannot hide. It would be a fun little game.
I can't tell you no, Sweets.
[ it's true on so many levels. ]
Your jaw. Your fingers. That soft spot under your ear. Your neck. Your wrist. I could simply kiss you so much I bruise your lips - leaving them cherry red so everyone will know you've been with someone.
I told you I had ideas.
[ it's true on so many levels. ]
Your jaw. Your fingers. That soft spot under your ear. Your neck. Your wrist. I could simply kiss you so much I bruise your lips - leaving them cherry red so everyone will know you've been with someone.
I told you I had ideas.
Careful, I bite. I'll bruise you right back.
Koby will think you’ve been attacked by a wild animal and I’ll be in big trouble.
[ So softly. Barely above a whisper. It's different from the demanding, gravelly voices that usually echo above him while he's splayed out like this. They put him at ease with the promise of letting go, putting him into a place where he doesn't need to think, only feel. But he finds with Harry that he wants to think, wants to discover, show him what he's been missing instead of the other way around. A new feeling, surrounded by something warm and needy which allows him to block out everything else. Just Tim and Harry.
He's leaking against his belly again by the time he pulls his fingers from him, making him whine in a completely undignified fashion, but self-consciousness has gone out the window by now. Tim lifts his legs up higher to hook them over Harry’s shoulders, heels digging impatiently into his shoulderblades to urge him nearer, all of his most sinful and sensitive places on full display, exercising flexibility that he prays is tempting enough to get on with it before he has to beg.
But Harry is so soft, so sweet. He doesn't keep him waiting, he pushes in nice and slow to sharp gasps as Tim adjusts to the hot sting of the stretch, a satisfying sort of pain that he knows will fade. ]
Kiss me.
[ Between pants as he adjusts, needy for his affection, needy for his cock. A more demanding man than all his forgiveness would have you believe. ]
He's leaking against his belly again by the time he pulls his fingers from him, making him whine in a completely undignified fashion, but self-consciousness has gone out the window by now. Tim lifts his legs up higher to hook them over Harry’s shoulders, heels digging impatiently into his shoulderblades to urge him nearer, all of his most sinful and sensitive places on full display, exercising flexibility that he prays is tempting enough to get on with it before he has to beg.
But Harry is so soft, so sweet. He doesn't keep him waiting, he pushes in nice and slow to sharp gasps as Tim adjusts to the hot sting of the stretch, a satisfying sort of pain that he knows will fade. ]
Kiss me.
[ Between pants as he adjusts, needy for his affection, needy for his cock. A more demanding man than all his forgiveness would have you believe. ]
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[Much of Harry's caution and gentleness is simply because he doesn't want to cause Tim any discomfort if he can help it. But there is a portion of it that is in fact pure selfishness; this is the first time in his life that he's felt he can engage intimately with someone. Tim might not be taking his actual virginity, but he's the first person that Harry's had the luxury of taking his time with and he's not going to waste it.
If he's learned nothing else, it's that you can't afford to miss opportunities when presented to you.
Pressed flush, Tim's legs up on his shoulders (and the flexibility is indeed noted, in the part of his brain not being fried by lust), Harry does as he's bid. He leans down and kisses Tim hard before he lets his hips roll. Tentative at first, a little unsure if he's doing it right, but having Tim's heels digging into him and seeing him panting below him, swiftly eclipses the performance anxiety.
Harry has no secret techniques, no fancy moves to pull to impress. There is only the animal instinct to fuck Tim into the mattress. The only rational thought Harry hangs onto is that he shouldn't go too hard or too fast for fear of coming before Tim does.
He can't resist leaning down to kiss and lick at Tim's neck, feeling his pulse under his lips. He groans and shifts, propping himself up so he can fuck Tim a little harder in spite of his best intentions.]
If he's learned nothing else, it's that you can't afford to miss opportunities when presented to you.
Pressed flush, Tim's legs up on his shoulders (and the flexibility is indeed noted, in the part of his brain not being fried by lust), Harry does as he's bid. He leans down and kisses Tim hard before he lets his hips roll. Tentative at first, a little unsure if he's doing it right, but having Tim's heels digging into him and seeing him panting below him, swiftly eclipses the performance anxiety.
Harry has no secret techniques, no fancy moves to pull to impress. There is only the animal instinct to fuck Tim into the mattress. The only rational thought Harry hangs onto is that he shouldn't go too hard or too fast for fear of coming before Tim does.
He can't resist leaning down to kiss and lick at Tim's neck, feeling his pulse under his lips. He groans and shifts, propping himself up so he can fuck Tim a little harder in spite of his best intentions.]
[ They’ve got nothing but time. How spoiled he’s gotten, that this is the norm, and he has hours of free time every day that he can spend warming someone’s bed if he so chooses. As he’s already told him, they have all the time in the world right now, and it feels like Harry’s using it, the push into his hot, tight body slow enough that Tim can savor every inch before he really starts to move. The angle lets him get in deep, pulling a low, shuddering groan from him when he's fully stuffed, and a higher, mewling whine when he pulls out. The noise gets muffled against Harry in messy, urgent kisses, hands gripping in his curls to keep him there, close, pressed against him. ]
Fuck. Harry.
[ An airy, desperate plea - for more, for him to keep looking at him just like that, for him to continue holding Tim high in his esteem after he's make himself comfortable in his room and blew all his gentlemanly ideas of slow burning courtship out of the water. The truth is, he doesn't need any fancy tricks to please him, the emotional intimacy, the healing balm that he's been to Tim is more than enough. He'd made him feel good before a single hand had gone wandering.
Of course, he always responds to getting stuffed full, too. Harder thrusts make him yelp, open-mouthed moaning with no concern for volume, low and sweet and whimpering, eyes wet from stimulation before he realizes it. Tim's hands move above his head, and he makes a request, so rare when he's not called upon to do so. ]
Hold me down. Want all of you.
[ All of his weight, all of his attention, his entire body covering his own. ]
Fuck. Harry.
[ An airy, desperate plea - for more, for him to keep looking at him just like that, for him to continue holding Tim high in his esteem after he's make himself comfortable in his room and blew all his gentlemanly ideas of slow burning courtship out of the water. The truth is, he doesn't need any fancy tricks to please him, the emotional intimacy, the healing balm that he's been to Tim is more than enough. He'd made him feel good before a single hand had gone wandering.
Of course, he always responds to getting stuffed full, too. Harder thrusts make him yelp, open-mouthed moaning with no concern for volume, low and sweet and whimpering, eyes wet from stimulation before he realizes it. Tim's hands move above his head, and he makes a request, so rare when he's not called upon to do so. ]
Hold me down. Want all of you.
[ All of his weight, all of his attention, his entire body covering his own. ]
[This entire encounter is a learning experience, one Harry will no doubt write about in detail later, and one thing Harry's learned is that he really likes it when Tim grabs his hair.
Also enjoyable: the sounds Tim makes. They serve to both calm Harry's concerns (surely he can't be doing too poorly when Tim cries out like that) and to spur him on.
At the request Harry slows, taking a second to figure out what Tim means.]
Oh. Oh, yes, of course.
[At this point Tim could ask anything of him and Harry would agree to it.
He wriggles so that he can catch hold of Tim's wrists, letting his weight settle. It's difficult not to marvel at how solid Tim is beneath him while still seeming so vulnerable.
After a quick questioning glance at Tim's face, he begins moving again. It takes a moment to reestablish speed and force, but only a moment.]
Also enjoyable: the sounds Tim makes. They serve to both calm Harry's concerns (surely he can't be doing too poorly when Tim cries out like that) and to spur him on.
At the request Harry slows, taking a second to figure out what Tim means.]
Oh. Oh, yes, of course.
[At this point Tim could ask anything of him and Harry would agree to it.
He wriggles so that he can catch hold of Tim's wrists, letting his weight settle. It's difficult not to marvel at how solid Tim is beneath him while still seeming so vulnerable.
After a quick questioning glance at Tim's face, he begins moving again. It takes a moment to reestablish speed and force, but only a moment.]
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