[ His fingers are running over soft cashmere and hard muscle underneath, his shoulders flexed to keep his arms held around Harry’s. It makes Tim squirm, in a good, anticipatory way, settling down over his hips and leaning in until their chests are nearly flush, heartbeat thudding violently, eager to burst through and join the other behind his ribs and leave Tim’s own empty. Ready to be filled up with more adoring words and needy caresses.
He holds his face with both hands, cradling him, claiming him. His eyes are warm, but there’s a spark of something hungrier in them. It’s just been waiting for the time and place. ]
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Date: 2025-04-15 03:53 pm (UTC)He holds his face with both hands, cradling him, claiming him. His eyes are warm, but there’s a spark of something hungrier in them. It’s just been waiting for the time and place. ]
I want to please you, too, Harry.
[ A plea, more than it is an admission. ]