[Harry wants to tell Tim that he'll always be safe with him. He wants to with all his heart, but he can't. The last time he thought that to be true it wasn't, and he'd done nothing but stand helplessly to one side while the person he'd thought to protect was pushed away to face danger alone.
He wants Tim to feel safe and loved. He can provide that now, he thinks. He just can't promise 'always' even if he's made up his mind to try anyway.
Tim is remarkably reactive, and at first Harry's sure he's hurt him somehow. But no, no. It's good. He looks up quickly to gauge Tim's expression just in case his body wants one thing while his brain wants another, sees no conflict, and returns to his careful exploration of Tim's well muscled chest.]
I've never done this.
[Offered up as a shy apology, 'this' encompassing so much. Hands creep over Tim's torso followed by lips.
Pectoralis major. Serratis anterior. Rectus abdominis. External oblique. He mentally names every muscle beneath his mouth, even though he doesn't want to.
Harry lifts his head and thinks about moving lower. Tries to picture taking Tim into his mouth. The thought makes him feel overwhelmed and so he squirms back up to kiss Tim's mouth again instead.
Softly, he bumps his forehead to Tim's.]
Still alright?
[He hates to ask, certain it will get annoying, but he can't not.]
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He wants Tim to feel safe and loved. He can provide that now, he thinks. He just can't promise 'always' even if he's made up his mind to try anyway.
Tim is remarkably reactive, and at first Harry's sure he's hurt him somehow. But no, no. It's good. He looks up quickly to gauge Tim's expression just in case his body wants one thing while his brain wants another, sees no conflict, and returns to his careful exploration of Tim's well muscled chest.]
I've never done this.
[Offered up as a shy apology, 'this' encompassing so much. Hands creep over Tim's torso followed by lips.
Pectoralis major. Serratis anterior. Rectus abdominis. External oblique. He mentally names every muscle beneath his mouth, even though he doesn't want to.
Harry lifts his head and thinks about moving lower. Tries to picture taking Tim into his mouth. The thought makes him feel overwhelmed and so he squirms back up to kiss Tim's mouth again instead.
Softly, he bumps his forehead to Tim's.]
Still alright?
[He hates to ask, certain it will get annoying, but he can't not.]