[When Tim's legs hook round his waist Harry feels like he's found the perfect way their bodies slot together. Things suddenly seem easy - he stops worrying about lasting, about doing something wrong or stupid, about hurting Tim's wrists. There is only the gradually spiraling pleasure that comes as he fucks into Tim just as hard as he can.
Harry finds himself murmuring Tim's name in between panting breaths, a quiet litany.
His hands grip Tim's wrists a little harder as the fleshy sound of their meeting bodies increases in tempo.]
Close. Tim, you must--
[A tortured groan as Harry finds himself nearing the razor edge of orgasm. He has enough time to look at Tim's sweat sheened face before his rhythm dissolves and his hips slam forward, burying his cock as deep as he can while he comes.]
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Harry finds himself murmuring Tim's name in between panting breaths, a quiet litany.
His hands grip Tim's wrists a little harder as the fleshy sound of their meeting bodies increases in tempo.]
Close. Tim, you must--
[A tortured groan as Harry finds himself nearing the razor edge of orgasm. He has enough time to look at Tim's sweat sheened face before his rhythm dissolves and his hips slam forward, burying his cock as deep as he can while he comes.]