[The music distracts Harry for a moment, but then he's watching Tim carefully. The blush makes sense soon enough, and one rises in his own cheeks in return.]
I see.
[Gently, he nuzzles Tim's neck.]
Then you'll never be wanting for more music, I suspect.
no subject
I see.
[Gently, he nuzzles Tim's neck.]
Then you'll never be wanting for more music, I suspect.