[Harry's hand continues stroking firmly, the pace varying as he tries to tease more pleasure out of Tim. He's in no apparent rush, although part of him feels he should be. Part of him feels this should be secret, done in the dark as quickly as possible to avoid detection.

But he doesn't want that. He wants Tim straining and panting and close to begging. He wants to enjoy giving as much pleasure as Tim gave him.

Harry's voice remains as soft and calm as ever when he spaks.]

Next time, you'll be properly unclothed. I can't bear to move you, not now, but I must see every lovely inch of you. My dearest, most beautiful boy.

[His hand moves faster more consistently now, his other arm still wrapped around Tim tightly.]

You are so good, Tim. So very, very good.