[ He inhales sharply as he feels the hand around him, neck craning to allow Harry more of his neck, more of - anything he wants. Tim's legs spread as much as they're able while he's still perched pretty in his lap, his body offered on a platter.
Fingers tangle through his hair, keeping him there against Tim's neck as he leans into the kisses, unashamed to push for more the way a puppy might, asking for a kiss or a touch direct from the source. If Harry's pressed there, perhaps he won't see the far more telling way his face grows hot with praise, even if he can't hide how it makes him leak into his hand. That's what makes him moan and rock into his hand, what makes his eyes well up with the emotion of being wanted so deeply, so completely, so quickly. ]
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Date: 2025-04-16 07:50 pm (UTC)Fingers tangle through his hair, keeping him there against Tim's neck as he leans into the kisses, unashamed to push for more the way a puppy might, asking for a kiss or a touch direct from the source. If Harry's pressed there, perhaps he won't see the far more telling way his face grows hot with praise, even if he can't hide how it makes him leak into his hand. That's what makes him moan and rock into his hand, what makes his eyes well up with the emotion of being wanted so deeply, so completely, so quickly. ]
Harry.
[ A whisper, a moan, a prayer. ]