All day. [The awe in his voice is apparent, sweetly hilarious. It's another of those ideas that he's having a hard time comprehending.

Harry's face reddens and he drops his gaze for a moment.]

I. I don't know what I'm thinking.

[He likes the feeling of Tim beneath him, though. Likes feeling his arousal, likes the scent of his skin. He hides his face against Tim's neck.]

I've never... never had a man in a bed before. It feels very strange, Tim. Lovely, but strange.

[He sighs and lets his hand drift down Tim's belly, following the line of his pelvis, skirting his cock to pet his thigh. He swallows thickly.]

I keep thinking we're about to be caught. Or that I'll do something foolish.