[He's never done this. It's not even something he'd allowed himself to fantasize about, so Harry is completely unprepared for the reality of the hot, wet heat of Tim's perfect mouth. A strangled gasp escapes his throat at the first touch, and when Tim takes him into his mouth proper he curses softly under his breath.
Given permission, his hands find Tim's hair again at once. Petting, tugging. Unable to keep quiet - ever - he speaks in his soft voice, barely above a whisper.]
Oh, Tim. Darling, darling boy.
[He keeps his eyes locked on Tim's face, his breathing already shallow and rapid.]
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Given permission, his hands find Tim's hair again at once. Petting, tugging. Unable to keep quiet - ever - he speaks in his soft voice, barely above a whisper.]
Oh, Tim. Darling, darling boy.
[He keeps his eyes locked on Tim's face, his breathing already shallow and rapid.]
Slow, please, I'll not spend so soon.