[Deprived of his lap full of Tim, Harry has a moment to just sit there and absorb the fact that this actually happened. Getting it straight in his mind is like trying to fit some unwieldy object through a doorway.
Tim undresses, the opposite of what Harry had expected, and he can only gaze at his form with an eye both clinical and admiring. He looks perfect.]
Hm? Oh. Oh, yes, of course.
[He has to force himself up off the chair and resist the urge to cover up immediately. He makes it to the bed and lays down with a sigh, turning onto his side so he can look at Tim. He feels he could do that for hours.
When Tim settles beside him, Harry lifts a hand to push his hair back softly, then to very tentatively run over one well defined shoulder. Smooth. Perfect. His eyes flick about, eating up the sight of Tim all over again.
no subject
Tim undresses, the opposite of what Harry had expected, and he can only gaze at his form with an eye both clinical and admiring. He looks perfect.]
Hm? Oh. Oh, yes, of course.
[He has to force himself up off the chair and resist the urge to cover up immediately. He makes it to the bed and lays down with a sigh, turning onto his side so he can look at Tim. He feels he could do that for hours.
When Tim settles beside him, Harry lifts a hand to push his hair back softly, then to very tentatively run over one well defined shoulder. Smooth. Perfect. His eyes flick about, eating up the sight of Tim all over again.
He chuckles nervously.]
I don't know what to say.