[ So perfectly helpful, cleaning his fingers off for him, pushing the cum into his mouth with his tongue so that he won't be deprived of the taste of him, so that a little piece of Tim will live inside of him for a while. Mark his insides, make him his. He shouldn't be thinking like that, it's too soon, he can feel his heart flutter against its eternal trap of giving everything or nothing at all - but he can't help it, when Harry talks like that, as if he's this perfect thing, worthy of his worship. He says it all as if it's fact, it's hard not to believe it. ]
You're too sweet to me. I'll get a big head.
[ The post-orgasm shiver gives way to a heavy, warm feeling. He thinks he could drift off for a while right here in Harry's lap and he wouldn't refuse him, but the bed looks more appealing, neatly made and with room to stretch out, cuddle, discover how their bodies fit.
Tim kisses Harry once more before carefully standing up from his spot in his lap, his soft cock comically dangling out of his pants. He stuffs it back into his underwear, but pulls the jeans off, folding them precisely and laying them next to his sweater. On second thought, he decides to take off his boxer-briefs too. Harry had wanted to see the rest of him, hadn't he? He does a little turn for him, too flooded with endorphins to feel self-conscious about it. ]
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Date: 2025-04-17 02:49 pm (UTC)You're too sweet to me. I'll get a big head.
[ The post-orgasm shiver gives way to a heavy, warm feeling. He thinks he could drift off for a while right here in Harry's lap and he wouldn't refuse him, but the bed looks more appealing, neatly made and with room to stretch out, cuddle, discover how their bodies fit.
Tim kisses Harry once more before carefully standing up from his spot in his lap, his soft cock comically dangling out of his pants. He stuffs it back into his underwear, but pulls the jeans off, folding them precisely and laying them next to his sweater. On second thought, he decides to take off his boxer-briefs too. Harry had wanted to see the rest of him, hadn't he? He does a little turn for him, too flooded with endorphins to feel self-conscious about it. ]
Can we lay down for a while?