Habit. [Repeated with that same awe. He feels a little faint, contemplating it.
His hand finds Tim's cock and strokes it with a steady enough hand, less urgently before. Harry hums softly, the sort of absent noise a person makes when puzzling something out.]
What, ah. What ideas would those be?
[He shifts a little bit so he can actually see Tim, emboldened by the implication that Tim will return even if Harry fucks it up.]
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His hand finds Tim's cock and strokes it with a steady enough hand, less urgently before. Harry hums softly, the sort of absent noise a person makes when puzzling something out.]
What, ah. What ideas would those be?
[He shifts a little bit so he can actually see Tim, emboldened by the implication that Tim will return even if Harry fucks it up.]