[ Tim's perfectly happy with what he's uncovered, in fact, he's practically beaming when they meet eyes again, eyes dark with desire and mouth wide, smiling. Not a doubt clouding his features or an insecurity closing him off. He looks up at Harry, rubbing his thighs with both hands, making sure he's still enthusiastic as he pulls his socks off, finishing the job, and topping it off with a kiss on his inner thigh, just beyond his knee. And another, further up, and another, a slow, teasing line towards his cock. Lips close on the pale skin only inches from his cock, and he sucks some of it in, determined to leave a little mark of his own that only Harry will see.
He moans into his thigh, not caring if he takes some hair into his mouth as he goes, and detaches with a lewd pop. Meeting his eyes again, Tim laps his tongue over the red mark, and then pauses, just for a moment. Deciding whether to protect Harry's perception of him as a virtuous man with decorum, or submit to his own base, filthy instincts.
It's never much of a debate, in the end. He reaches up, fingers sliding through the other's treasure trail, and holds his palm open slightly cupped. ]
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Date: 2025-04-16 01:39 am (UTC)He moans into his thigh, not caring if he takes some hair into his mouth as he goes, and detaches with a lewd pop. Meeting his eyes again, Tim laps his tongue over the red mark, and then pauses, just for a moment. Deciding whether to protect Harry's perception of him as a virtuous man with decorum, or submit to his own base, filthy instincts.
It's never much of a debate, in the end. He reaches up, fingers sliding through the other's treasure trail, and holds his palm open slightly cupped. ]
Spit.