[ The half-startled affirmative makes him smile, with a low, warm hum drawn out and a kiss-bruised lip caught between his teeth. Tim's fingers flex before hands close around his wrists, redistributing Harry's weight so that he can shoulder more of it. He likes that, being covered, blanketed by a warm, protective body. He nods, whispering out a yeah to encourage him.
As he works back into his pace, Tim drops his legs from his shoulders to curl around his waist, ankles on his ass, pulling him closer. Panting into Harry's open mouth now, while he holds him down and drives his cock into him like it could be the last time. (Tim already knows it won't be.) ]
Don't stop, please. Harry, please, I need-- oh, God--
[ Dragging his cock over his prostate over and over, the lewd slap of skin along with it every time. His thighs tremble, squeeze around his middle to try and wring a little more time out of it, not ready for this to end. ]
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As he works back into his pace, Tim drops his legs from his shoulders to curl around his waist, ankles on his ass, pulling him closer. Panting into Harry's open mouth now, while he holds him down and drives his cock into him like it could be the last time. (Tim already knows it won't be.) ]
Don't stop, please. Harry, please, I need-- oh, God--
[ Dragging his cock over his prostate over and over, the lewd slap of skin along with it every time. His thighs tremble, squeeze around his middle to try and wring a little more time out of it, not ready for this to end. ]