[ The pause makes him squirm, half impatiently begging for more than just a hand, half uncertainty, that he's said too much, that he'll be wanton and whorish to him, off-putting - but he kisses him so sweetly that he has to laugh. It's a light, airy, gentle thing. ]
You're special to me too, you know. Like this sounds perfect.
[ Kissing him again, and wrapping his legs around the back of his thighs, loosely, in case he needs to get up. ]
Do you have...um.
[ Lube, vaseline, something. Harry doesn't have a wealth of experience, but he knows the human body, he hopes he doesn't have to spell it out. ]
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You're special to me too, you know. Like this sounds perfect.
[ Kissing him again, and wrapping his legs around the back of his thighs, loosely, in case he needs to get up. ]
Do you have...um.
[ Lube, vaseline, something. Harry doesn't have a wealth of experience, but he knows the human body, he hopes he doesn't have to spell it out. ]