[Use my mouth on you. Harry has to grip the seat cushion for a second.]
Oh. I. No. No, that's...
[Jesus how do you reply to that?!
He clears his throat.]
That would be lovely, thank you.
[Harry closes his eyes, embarrassed by his own existence for a moment.
He opens them again and reaches over to run his fingers through Tim's hair. He smiles.]
My apologies, Tim. I'm not very good at this. But... yes. Yes, please.
[But first he has to lean forward and kiss him again, wanting to reassure Tim that he's interested. As if the fact that his cock is straining at his pants wasn't clue enough.]
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Oh. I. No. No, that's...
[Jesus how do you reply to that?!
He clears his throat.]
That would be lovely, thank you.
[Harry closes his eyes, embarrassed by his own existence for a moment.
He opens them again and reaches over to run his fingers through Tim's hair. He smiles.]
My apologies, Tim. I'm not very good at this. But... yes. Yes, please.
[But first he has to lean forward and kiss him again, wanting to reassure Tim that he's interested. As if the fact that his cock is straining at his pants wasn't clue enough.]