Tim Laughlin

[Harry's brain shorts out for a full minute at those mental images. While he processes, he keeps stroking Tim's cock.]

I.

How do you usually...?

[Harry exhales slowly. He's not going to let his nerves best him.]

My apologies, Tim. I am not trying to be, ah, indecisive with my affections.

[He pauses to kiss Tim's mouth gently.] I want you very badly. But I don't want you the way I've had... well.

You are terribly special to me, is all I mean to say.

[His hand stills and he looks Tim in the eye.]

I want to see your face, when you spend. I would like that very much. So if I'm to... to do that, then yes, just like this.

Please, tell me what you want, Tim.