[ He can't help but laugh, snorting and giggling into Harry's thigh. The absolute silliness of it at least breaks the tension immediately, puts him at ease again. Tim raises himself into the kiss, reaches up to pluck at one of his nipples to tease, experiment, learn a little more about him with each motion. ]
You're perfect. And it will be lovely.
[ But soon, it's time to work at his trousers. Tim nimbly works at the buttons, smiling up at him bright as the sun, and with a stare just as hot, running his palm up the hard line ready to escape. ]
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You're perfect. And it will be lovely.
[ But soon, it's time to work at his trousers. Tim nimbly works at the buttons, smiling up at him bright as the sun, and with a stare just as hot, running his palm up the hard line ready to escape. ]
Let's get these off.