[ Harry's...praise? Flattery? Maybe it's just honest esteem. Whatever it is, it's overwhelming. It's not especially true, even, outside the two men relevant enough to mention, but he says it like he believes it, he looks at him as if he were the sort of beauty that wars get fought over.
Easily impressed, from so much time in isolation. Tim will enjoy it while he can. ]
That's the singer.
[ He leans back just enough to take his glasses off, folding them carefully and setting them on the table next to the speaker. ]
Do you want to please me, Harry?
[ Asking a question he knows the answer to, because he's sure it'll sound even better than Sinatra. ]
[Once again Harry finds his heart hammering hard enough to shake his chest. His hands creep up Tim's back, cartographers mapping its hills and valleys.]
[ His fingers are running over soft cashmere and hard muscle underneath, his shoulders flexed to keep his arms held around Harry’s. It makes Tim squirm, in a good, anticipatory way, settling down over his hips and leaning in until their chests are nearly flush, heartbeat thudding violently, eager to burst through and join the other behind his ribs and leave Tim’s own empty. Ready to be filled up with more adoring words and needy caresses.
He holds his face with both hands, cradling him, claiming him. His eyes are warm, but there’s a spark of something hungrier in them. It’s just been waiting for the time and place. ]
[He's not so blind that he can't see what Tim craves. He has, after all, learned a little bit about the other men in Tim's life. Strong men who no doubt have the upper hand on all situations. Not soft intellectuals more at home in a library than out rowing or hunting.
You're not THAT soft, Harry, he thinks. In more ways than one. Indeed, Tim is consistently helping him prove that the human sex drive can bounce back quite remarkably.
He puts a hand on the back of Tim's head and gently tugs him down for a kiss. It's not nearly as polite as he means it to be - all scorching heat and slick tongue in a matter of seconds.]
[ If he needed a strong, confident, dominant man to lead the way for him, he has Hawk at home. There would be no point to this phase of exploration if he were just looking for multiples of what he already has. That's what's in his comfort zone, that's what's easiest for him to lean into his desire for, but he wants to know him more than he wants any particular attitude or act. Tim would rather Harry just be Harry, confident that whatever he is and whatever he wants, he'll like, too.
(But make no mistake, Tim is certainly not immune to a forceful hand...)
So far, Harry has been spurts of boldness, a gentle voice, grace and understanding that's in such short supply around here. He's tried so hard to be a gentleman that Tim doesn't know yet what he'll like. Here's hoping he can draw it out of him, unwrap the mystery like a Christmas gift.
His lips open to accept him immediately, moaning back into the kiss and taking a chance, pushing it further, plucking at the ribbon on the wrapping paper - but more literally, the buttons on his waistcoat. ]
Not too much?
[ The unbuttoning, the very deliberate moving around in his lap, the searing lap of his tongue from Harry's own to the soft gnawing at his earlobe. ]
[What Harry likes is still a bit of a mystery even to Harry. He's had some experiences, but all of them were brief and loveless. His fantasies are rarely considered except when he's alone, and even then they're things that are quickly examined and then put away.
He has to pull his mouth back to answer.]
Not too much.
[In fact, he lets go of Tim so he can awkwardly wriggle out of his coat, and then his vest once Tim has it undone. He's left still very much covered with his shirt and braces and trousers, but it feels scandalous.
He kisses Tim's neck.]
No, not too much at all.
[Slowly, Harry lets his hands slide to the hem of Tim's sweater and, after a moment of hesitation, slip underneath. He inhales sharply at the feel of the smooth skin of Tim's back. He hides his burning face in Tim's neck, but can't hide the way his hips twitch upward.]
[ That it's not too much. that the lips on his neck make him shiver, that he can feel Harry's cock growing thick and hard alongside his. Tim's mouth waters for it, sure in an instant of exactly what he wants.
Knowing and expressing it are different things. He's become accustomed to having someone who may as well be a mind reader. Harry’s not there yet, but Tim’s not hard to figure out. He’s reactive, shivering and gasping into every touch, nodding furiously with a half-hum, half-moan mmhmm when his hands dive beneath his sweater to stroke bare skin.
He raises his arms so he can take it off him, revealing firm muscle and blanket of hair on his chest which narrows into a fuzzy trail pointed down the front of his jeans. "dirtylaundry" certainly wasn't lying, and Harry's made the short list of people he doesn't mind knowing. All that drama will be worth it, if he keeps looking at Tim like that. ]
You too.
[ He has to stop kissing him to work at the clasps on his suspenders, to know his body the way he hopes to. Prove his affection for every inch. ]
[The words slip out unbidden, almost comically earnest. But Tim is like some shining dream, sitting there with the body of a young god and a smile bright enough to shame the sun.
He can feel Tim's hands fumbling with buttons and has to reconcile himself with the fact that he's going to have to undress. It's a daunting prospect for several reasons, not the least of which is that Harry's positive that the reality of his flesh will be a disappointment.
But, on the other hand... he's harder than he's ever been in his life. So he ignores decorum and embarrassment both, helping Tim get his braces down and his shirt undone and then pulled over his head and tossed aside.
Harry is pale, still thin in a way that speaks of ill health, with thick dark hair spreading over his chest and down his belly. He doesn't give Tim a chance to look, pulling the younger man as close to him possible as he kisses him again and again. His hands move over Tim's back and chest and arms greedily before they dare to drop to his thighs and squeeze.]
[ He doesn't get much of a chance to look at him, but he feels as much as he can. He's thin, which is no surprise, barely a month out from his years trapped in the ice. Not his usual type, sure - but he likes it because it'a Harry, sweet Harry, who's been nothing but honest and vulnerable with him. The body that brought him here, the body that feels so divine pressed to his now. Tim wants him as he is.
Fingers rake through the thick hair on his chest, scratching lightly at his skin, going from the softness of his fingertips to the scrape of his nails to see what he reacts to, still exploring, desperate to know what he wants and give it to him. Tim's a pleaser, and Harry deserves to be pleased.
A soft, encouraging sound rumbles into Harry's mouth from his, as soon as he's got his hands on his thighs, but Tim has his sights set elsewhere. One more long, indulgent lick into the other man's mouth, before he readjusts to kiss further down, his neck and his collarbone, sliding down his body until he can bury his nose in that hair and breathe deep. It makes him suddenly extremely regretful of his choice to wear constricting jeans, riled up now by the scent of warm skin, lilac cologne, and Harry.
His hands spread to cover as much as possible, leave no piece of him untouched. The last people to touch him had done so with ill-intent, to butcher him, desecrate his corpse and take pieces of him for themselves. Tim can't undo that. But he can lay his hands on him lovingly instead, with pleasure instead of pain, a vital spark of life instead of prolonging a slow death. ]
You smell good.
[ Muffled into his chest between wet kisses, before he trails down further, falling down to his knees on the carpet before him. ]
[It's a body that he's spent a long time ignoring. Starving it, freezing it, exhausting it - survival meant going to sleep pretending it was okay, that you didn't notice, until everything was just a haze you worked through. His time in the manor hasn't fixed everything - the long, ugly scars on his forearms aren't going anywhere - but at least he isn't hurting all the time.
Tim is drawing pleasure from him, and it's both confusing and intoxicating. He reacts to everything like it's brand new, murmuring at the brush of fingers, groaning at the scrape of nails. His own hands find purchase in Tim's hair when the other moves to press his face to Harry's chest.]
Thank you. It's--
[He isn't expecting Tim to slip off of him, and he looks at him with perfect confusion as he settles on the floor.]
[ Tim looks up at him from between his legs in alarm, a startled deer having stepped on too loud a twig. He doesn't hear it as a real question, because it seems, to him, quite obvious what his intentions are down here. He tenses, fearful that he's gone too far. ]
Sorry, I thought - I wanted to - um, use my mouth on you. [ Cheek resting on his inner thigh, tongue darting over his lips. ] Is that too much?
[Use my mouth on you. Harry has to grip the seat cushion for a second.]
Oh. I. No. No, that's...
[Jesus how do you reply to that?!
He clears his throat.]
That would be lovely, thank you.
[Harry closes his eyes, embarrassed by his own existence for a moment.
He opens them again and reaches over to run his fingers through Tim's hair. He smiles.]
My apologies, Tim. I'm not very good at this. But... yes. Yes, please.
[But first he has to lean forward and kiss him again, wanting to reassure Tim that he's interested. As if the fact that his cock is straining at his pants wasn't clue enough.]
[ He can't help but laugh, snorting and giggling into Harry's thigh. The absolute silliness of it at least breaks the tension immediately, puts him at ease again. Tim raises himself into the kiss, reaches up to pluck at one of his nipples to tease, experiment, learn a little more about him with each motion. ]
You're perfect. And it will be lovely.
[ But soon, it's time to work at his trousers. Tim nimbly works at the buttons, smiling up at him bright as the sun, and with a stare just as hot, running his palm up the hard line ready to escape. ]
[Harry is self aware enough to recognise that the situation is funny, so he doesn't take offense. He just laughs softly along with Tim, still smiling into the kiss until his nipple is tweaked. At that he shudders and makes a low, desperate sort of noise back in his throat. Everything about this encounter is forcing him to reconsider what he thought was possible with a man.
Harry nods, shivering again under Tim's hands. He licks his lips and casts a quick glance around, half expecting to see the shadows of men. He looks back and then moves quickly to lift his ass off the chair and pull his pants down.
Absolutely no erectile dysfunction here, and he's supremely grateful for it. His dick is stiff and throbbing almost painfully. Uncut, perfectly average if perhaps a little thick, he's too aroused to worry if it measures up. Harry reaches again for Tim's hair, pushing it back, eyes searching his face.]
[ Tim's perfectly happy with what he's uncovered, in fact, he's practically beaming when they meet eyes again, eyes dark with desire and mouth wide, smiling. Not a doubt clouding his features or an insecurity closing him off. He looks up at Harry, rubbing his thighs with both hands, making sure he's still enthusiastic as he pulls his socks off, finishing the job, and topping it off with a kiss on his inner thigh, just beyond his knee. And another, further up, and another, a slow, teasing line towards his cock. Lips close on the pale skin only inches from his cock, and he sucks some of it in, determined to leave a little mark of his own that only Harry will see.
He moans into his thigh, not caring if he takes some hair into his mouth as he goes, and detaches with a lewd pop. Meeting his eyes again, Tim laps his tongue over the red mark, and then pauses, just for a moment. Deciding whether to protect Harry's perception of him as a virtuous man with decorum, or submit to his own base, filthy instincts.
It's never much of a debate, in the end. He reaches up, fingers sliding through the other's treasure trail, and holds his palm open slightly cupped. ]
[It's through an incredible feat of will that Harry does not say something stupid like 'goodness gracious' as Tim gently mauls his thigh. His dick twitches, but he keeps his mouth shut. There is something so insanely erotic about just the look of Tim's beautiful lips against pale skin and dark hair.
And when he looks up, his tongue dragging over the mark he's made... Harry legitimately can't breathe for a moment.
He's too overwhelmed to hesitate or ask questions. He spits in Tim's palm. His hands itch to touch him but he keeps them off for the moment.]
[ Softly, as if he's handed him a cup of tea. Tim keeps his face pressed low on his belly, kissing down the trail of hair and into his pubes, closing his eyes to focus on the sensation of it, the pleasant scratch and the musky smell that makes his own cock leak in his pants. One handed, he unbuttons himself and takes it out, giving him room to breathe but not touching himself otherwise, too focused on Harry.
He wraps his spit-slick hand around his base and pumps, tighter and wetter around the head, where he pushes back the foreskin as if he's unwrapping another gift, eyes sparkling with excitement, flush warming him down to his chest. His eyes don't leave Harry's for a second when he leans towards his cock, his glistening tongue out and eager. Tim takes a few slow licks, savoring the taste with a low, indulgent moan.
He's been thinking about this for days. Stretching around him, tasting his pre and his spit mixed with Tim's, whether he'd be demanding or put him in control. If he kept indulging him and flirting back, he knew he'd find himself right here, sooner or later. Perhaps he was never meant to burn slow, but to be consumed, intensely and immediately or not at all. ]
You can touch me, if you want.
[ Before opening his mouth wide to invite him in properly, suckling at the head with hollowed cheeks and sinking onto him deeper. ]
[He's never done this. It's not even something he'd allowed himself to fantasize about, so Harry is completely unprepared for the reality of the hot, wet heat of Tim's perfect mouth. A strangled gasp escapes his throat at the first touch, and when Tim takes him into his mouth proper he curses softly under his breath.
Given permission, his hands find Tim's hair again at once. Petting, tugging. Unable to keep quiet - ever - he speaks in his soft voice, barely above a whisper.]
Oh, Tim. Darling, darling boy.
[He keeps his eyes locked on Tim's face, his breathing already shallow and rapid.]
[ Every sound he makes is a sweeter song than the nostalgic ones that still croon in the background. The gasps and groans are better than Ella or Doris because they're theirs, they're making them together, with Harry's voice and Tim's lavish affection, creating a beautiful thing, a new courtship.
He can still call it that, when he's on his knees already, can't he? The hands in his hair, the parted lips spilling out sweet names, make him sure of that. He hasn't sullied it. This feeling is too pure to be sullied.
Carefully breathing through his nose, Tim affirms his understanding with a low, muffled mmhmm, and squeezes around the base of his cock to keep him from getting too close, too soon. He's not expecting a marathon here - Harry hasn't been touched like this in years, he knows - but he's determined to wring a little more than that out of him. Eyelashes flutter up at him, as he slowly swallows him down, slick and tight, until his cockhead nudges the back of his throat and a thin line of saliva dribbles from the corner of his mouth. For a moment he stays there, honoring the request to cool the pace, savoring the feeling of being filled up and the tickle of hair he's dampened against his nose. ]
Tastes good.
[ The only words he can get out before he goes back in for more, tongue slurping noisily, hotly underneath the head. ]
[The squeeze helps a bit, even as it makes Harry's breath catch in his lungs and his teeth on his lip. He exhales slowly and unsteadily, only to gasp sharply as Tim swallows more of him. The feeling, the visual, it's more than Harry can stand.
His fingers grip Tim's head a little tighter as he pulls off for a moment, staying that way as Tim's tongue drags over his flesh. The muscles of Harry's thighs twitch and he groans, feeling a building sense of pressure at the base of his cock.]
Tim. Oh, God, Tim, please... please. I'm.
[He can barely think. His hips lift as he mindlessly seeks more - hand, mouth, anything. His belly flutters helplessly as his body rushes swiftly to the point of release.
Harry cries out at his climax, fingers tightening convulsively in Tim's hair, hot come jetting from his cock.
His mind goes perfectly, blissfully blank for a moment.
Then he's aware again, oversensitive and breathing hard. Mouth dry, he relaxes his hands to cradle Tim's head gently.]
Oh. I'm so sorry, I...
[Words fail so he just looks at Tim with naked adoration.]
[ Unhanding the base of his cock to hold his trembling thighs down, Tim is undeterred by the warning. In fact, he's grateful for it solely so that he can make a filthy show of it, swirling his tongue around the tip for the precious few moments before Harry finally comes into his waiting mouth, open and tongue out.
He stays until he's sure he's milked every last drop, sucking him down a few more times just to be certain, and then scrambles back up into his lap. Tim's still mostly wearing his pants, with his cock pulled out and pre smeared in his treasure trail, but he's well-versed in self-denial, it doesn't seem to bother him. Instead, all his attention is on Harry, his eyes sun bright and adoring as he leans in for a wet kiss, the salty taste of his release still on his tongue. ]
It's okay. [ With an arm around his shoulder and a thumb tapping playfully at his chin. ] I wanted you to feel good. I think I succeeded.
[Tim's back in his lap and all Harry can do is wrap his arms around him. He kisses back, stunned enough it doesn't occur to him be remotely wary of the taste. Somehow it surprises him, but it's not unpleasant when combined with Tim's tongue, his spit.
He laughs softly.]
You have. Very, ah. Very thoroughly.
[Breath slowing, he nuzzles Tim's neck, drawing his lips over his pulse.]
Darling Tim. I'd no idea it could be so pleasurable. So... so intense. You are the most beautiful man.
[He notices the state of Tim's trousers at last and shifts a little under him.]
And indeed an unsatisfied one. May I touch you? Only you must tell me what you like best, should I not discover it. Or if there is something else you'd prefer?
[His body and brain are still both swimming in the post orgasmic haze, but he's eager all the same.]
[ It's so easy to believe the sincerity in every word out of Harry's mouth that it sometimes becomes overwhelming, making him blush more at dearest or darling than he does at having his dick in his mouth. He likes to give his affection through physical intimacy, to let his body do the talking when words fail him and hope the adoration that he gives the flesh bleeds through to the heart. To hear such nakedly vulnerable sentiment cuts through to the soft core of him so much faster.
Just knowing that he's so adored would be enough to satisfy him, truly. But he won't say no, if it would please Harry. ]
You can touch me. [ Humming happily, neck buzzing against his lips. ] Anywhere you want.
[If there is one thing about Harry Goodsir that has never - probably will never - change, it's his sincerity.
Harry liberally licks his palm, then kisses Tim's neck tenderly as he shifts again, getting his arm situated so that he can lightly take his cock in hand. He draws his fingers up experimentally, feeling how slick it already is.]
Many thanks.
[He keeps his mouth on Tim's neck as he begins to stroke him slowly, thumbing the head on the upstroke, all of his movements quite deliberate. It would not be inaccurate to say that he's studying Tim, compiling mental notes of any reactions.
And of course he doesn't shut up.]
You've the loveliest prick. I will no doubt think of it often, when I'm not thinking of your perfect mouth. You dear, sweet boy.
[He nips the skin of Tim's neck, low, where a collar will hide it, before dragging his tongue over the same spot. His grip on Tim's dick firms a little. He isn't well versed sexually, but what he does know is handjobs.]
[ He inhales sharply as he feels the hand around him, neck craning to allow Harry more of his neck, more of - anything he wants. Tim's legs spread as much as they're able while he's still perched pretty in his lap, his body offered on a platter.
Fingers tangle through his hair, keeping him there against Tim's neck as he leans into the kisses, unashamed to push for more the way a puppy might, asking for a kiss or a touch direct from the source. If Harry's pressed there, perhaps he won't see the far more telling way his face grows hot with praise, even if he can't hide how it makes him leak into his hand. That's what makes him moan and rock into his hand, what makes his eyes well up with the emotion of being wanted so deeply, so completely, so quickly. ]
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Date: 2025-04-15 05:52 am (UTC)Easily impressed, from so much time in isolation. Tim will enjoy it while he can. ]
That's the singer.
[ He leans back just enough to take his glasses off, folding them carefully and setting them on the table next to the speaker. ]
Do you want to please me, Harry?
[ Asking a question he knows the answer to, because he's sure it'll sound even better than Sinatra. ]
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Date: 2025-04-15 02:44 pm (UTC)Yes, Tim. Desperately so.
[Once again Harry finds his heart hammering hard enough to shake his chest. His hands creep up Tim's back, cartographers mapping its hills and valleys.]
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Date: 2025-04-15 03:53 pm (UTC)He holds his face with both hands, cradling him, claiming him. His eyes are warm, but there’s a spark of something hungrier in them. It’s just been waiting for the time and place. ]
I want to please you, too, Harry.
[ A plea, more than it is an admission. ]
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Date: 2025-04-15 04:36 pm (UTC)You're not THAT soft, Harry, he thinks. In more ways than one. Indeed, Tim is consistently helping him prove that the human sex drive can bounce back quite remarkably.
He puts a hand on the back of Tim's head and gently tugs him down for a kiss. It's not nearly as polite as he means it to be - all scorching heat and slick tongue in a matter of seconds.]
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Date: 2025-04-15 05:35 pm (UTC)(But make no mistake, Tim is certainly not immune to a forceful hand...)
So far, Harry has been spurts of boldness, a gentle voice, grace and understanding that's in such short supply around here. He's tried so hard to be a gentleman that Tim doesn't know yet what he'll like. Here's hoping he can draw it out of him, unwrap the mystery like a Christmas gift.
His lips open to accept him immediately, moaning back into the kiss and taking a chance, pushing it further, plucking at the ribbon on the wrapping paper - but more literally, the buttons on his waistcoat. ]
Not too much?
[ The unbuttoning, the very deliberate moving around in his lap, the searing lap of his tongue from Harry's own to the soft gnawing at his earlobe. ]
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Date: 2025-04-15 06:30 pm (UTC)He has to pull his mouth back to answer.]
Not too much.
[In fact, he lets go of Tim so he can awkwardly wriggle out of his coat, and then his vest once Tim has it undone. He's left still very much covered with his shirt and braces and trousers, but it feels scandalous.
He kisses Tim's neck.]
No, not too much at all.
[Slowly, Harry lets his hands slide to the hem of Tim's sweater and, after a moment of hesitation, slip underneath. He inhales sharply at the feel of the smooth skin of Tim's back. He hides his burning face in Tim's neck, but can't hide the way his hips twitch upward.]
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Date: 2025-04-15 08:24 pm (UTC)[ That it's not too much. that the lips on his neck make him shiver, that he can feel Harry's cock growing thick and hard alongside his. Tim's mouth waters for it, sure in an instant of exactly what he wants.
Knowing and expressing it are different things. He's become accustomed to having someone who may as well be a mind reader. Harry’s not there yet, but Tim’s not hard to figure out. He’s reactive, shivering and gasping into every touch, nodding furiously with a half-hum, half-moan mmhmm when his hands dive beneath his sweater to stroke bare skin.
He raises his arms so he can take it off him, revealing firm muscle and blanket of hair on his chest which narrows into a fuzzy trail pointed down the front of his jeans. "dirtylaundry" certainly wasn't lying, and Harry's made the short list of people he doesn't mind knowing. All that drama will be worth it, if he keeps looking at Tim like that. ]
You too.
[ He has to stop kissing him to work at the clasps on his suspenders, to know his body the way he hopes to. Prove his affection for every inch. ]
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Date: 2025-04-15 09:27 pm (UTC)[The words slip out unbidden, almost comically earnest. But Tim is like some shining dream, sitting there with the body of a young god and a smile bright enough to shame the sun.
He can feel Tim's hands fumbling with buttons and has to reconcile himself with the fact that he's going to have to undress. It's a daunting prospect for several reasons, not the least of which is that Harry's positive that the reality of his flesh will be a disappointment.
But, on the other hand... he's harder than he's ever been in his life. So he ignores decorum and embarrassment both, helping Tim get his braces down and his shirt undone and then pulled over his head and tossed aside.
Harry is pale, still thin in a way that speaks of ill health, with thick dark hair spreading over his chest and down his belly. He doesn't give Tim a chance to look, pulling the younger man as close to him possible as he kisses him again and again. His hands move over Tim's back and chest and arms greedily before they dare to drop to his thighs and squeeze.]
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Date: 2025-04-15 10:18 pm (UTC)Fingers rake through the thick hair on his chest, scratching lightly at his skin, going from the softness of his fingertips to the scrape of his nails to see what he reacts to, still exploring, desperate to know what he wants and give it to him. Tim's a pleaser, and Harry deserves to be pleased.
A soft, encouraging sound rumbles into Harry's mouth from his, as soon as he's got his hands on his thighs, but Tim has his sights set elsewhere. One more long, indulgent lick into the other man's mouth, before he readjusts to kiss further down, his neck and his collarbone, sliding down his body until he can bury his nose in that hair and breathe deep. It makes him suddenly extremely regretful of his choice to wear constricting jeans, riled up now by the scent of warm skin, lilac cologne, and Harry.
His hands spread to cover as much as possible, leave no piece of him untouched. The last people to touch him had done so with ill-intent, to butcher him, desecrate his corpse and take pieces of him for themselves. Tim can't undo that. But he can lay his hands on him lovingly instead, with pleasure instead of pain, a vital spark of life instead of prolonging a slow death. ]
You smell good.
[ Muffled into his chest between wet kisses, before he trails down further, falling down to his knees on the carpet before him. ]
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Date: 2025-04-15 10:42 pm (UTC)Tim is drawing pleasure from him, and it's both confusing and intoxicating. He reacts to everything like it's brand new, murmuring at the brush of fingers, groaning at the scrape of nails. His own hands find purchase in Tim's hair when the other moves to press his face to Harry's chest.]
Thank you. It's--
[He isn't expecting Tim to slip off of him, and he looks at him with perfect confusion as he settles on the floor.]
Tim? What are you doing? Are you alright?
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Date: 2025-04-15 10:57 pm (UTC)[ Tim looks up at him from between his legs in alarm, a startled deer having stepped on too loud a twig. He doesn't hear it as a real question, because it seems, to him, quite obvious what his intentions are down here. He tenses, fearful that he's gone too far. ]
Sorry, I thought - I wanted to - um, use my mouth on you. [ Cheek resting on his inner thigh, tongue darting over his lips. ] Is that too much?
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Date: 2025-04-15 11:27 pm (UTC)Oh. I. No. No, that's...
[Jesus how do you reply to that?!
He clears his throat.]
That would be lovely, thank you.
[Harry closes his eyes, embarrassed by his own existence for a moment.
He opens them again and reaches over to run his fingers through Tim's hair. He smiles.]
My apologies, Tim. I'm not very good at this. But... yes. Yes, please.
[But first he has to lean forward and kiss him again, wanting to reassure Tim that he's interested. As if the fact that his cock is straining at his pants wasn't clue enough.]
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Date: 2025-04-16 12:07 am (UTC)You're perfect. And it will be lovely.
[ But soon, it's time to work at his trousers. Tim nimbly works at the buttons, smiling up at him bright as the sun, and with a stare just as hot, running his palm up the hard line ready to escape. ]
Let's get these off.
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Date: 2025-04-16 12:52 am (UTC)Harry nods, shivering again under Tim's hands. He licks his lips and casts a quick glance around, half expecting to see the shadows of men. He looks back and then moves quickly to lift his ass off the chair and pull his pants down.
Absolutely no erectile dysfunction here, and he's supremely grateful for it. His dick is stiff and throbbing almost painfully. Uncut, perfectly average if perhaps a little thick, he's too aroused to worry if it measures up. Harry reaches again for Tim's hair, pushing it back, eyes searching his face.]
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Date: 2025-04-16 01:39 am (UTC)He moans into his thigh, not caring if he takes some hair into his mouth as he goes, and detaches with a lewd pop. Meeting his eyes again, Tim laps his tongue over the red mark, and then pauses, just for a moment. Deciding whether to protect Harry's perception of him as a virtuous man with decorum, or submit to his own base, filthy instincts.
It's never much of a debate, in the end. He reaches up, fingers sliding through the other's treasure trail, and holds his palm open slightly cupped. ]
Spit.
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Date: 2025-04-16 02:39 am (UTC)And when he looks up, his tongue dragging over the mark he's made... Harry legitimately can't breathe for a moment.
He's too overwhelmed to hesitate or ask questions. He spits in Tim's palm. His hands itch to touch him but he keeps them off for the moment.]
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Date: 2025-04-16 03:25 am (UTC)[ Softly, as if he's handed him a cup of tea. Tim keeps his face pressed low on his belly, kissing down the trail of hair and into his pubes, closing his eyes to focus on the sensation of it, the pleasant scratch and the musky smell that makes his own cock leak in his pants. One handed, he unbuttons himself and takes it out, giving him room to breathe but not touching himself otherwise, too focused on Harry.
He wraps his spit-slick hand around his base and pumps, tighter and wetter around the head, where he pushes back the foreskin as if he's unwrapping another gift, eyes sparkling with excitement, flush warming him down to his chest. His eyes don't leave Harry's for a second when he leans towards his cock, his glistening tongue out and eager. Tim takes a few slow licks, savoring the taste with a low, indulgent moan.
He's been thinking about this for days. Stretching around him, tasting his pre and his spit mixed with Tim's, whether he'd be demanding or put him in control. If he kept indulging him and flirting back, he knew he'd find himself right here, sooner or later. Perhaps he was never meant to burn slow, but to be consumed, intensely and immediately or not at all. ]
You can touch me, if you want.
[ Before opening his mouth wide to invite him in properly, suckling at the head with hollowed cheeks and sinking onto him deeper. ]
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Date: 2025-04-16 03:50 am (UTC)Given permission, his hands find Tim's hair again at once. Petting, tugging. Unable to keep quiet - ever - he speaks in his soft voice, barely above a whisper.]
Oh, Tim. Darling, darling boy.
[He keeps his eyes locked on Tim's face, his breathing already shallow and rapid.]
Slow, please, I'll not spend so soon.
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Date: 2025-04-16 05:21 am (UTC)He can still call it that, when he's on his knees already, can't he? The hands in his hair, the parted lips spilling out sweet names, make him sure of that. He hasn't sullied it. This feeling is too pure to be sullied.
Carefully breathing through his nose, Tim affirms his understanding with a low, muffled mmhmm, and squeezes around the base of his cock to keep him from getting too close, too soon. He's not expecting a marathon here - Harry hasn't been touched like this in years, he knows - but he's determined to wring a little more than that out of him. Eyelashes flutter up at him, as he slowly swallows him down, slick and tight, until his cockhead nudges the back of his throat and a thin line of saliva dribbles from the corner of his mouth. For a moment he stays there, honoring the request to cool the pace, savoring the feeling of being filled up and the tickle of hair he's dampened against his nose. ]
Tastes good.
[ The only words he can get out before he goes back in for more, tongue slurping noisily, hotly underneath the head. ]
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Date: 2025-04-16 05:58 am (UTC)His fingers grip Tim's head a little tighter as he pulls off for a moment, staying that way as Tim's tongue drags over his flesh. The muscles of Harry's thighs twitch and he groans, feeling a building sense of pressure at the base of his cock.]
Tim. Oh, God, Tim, please... please. I'm.
[He can barely think. His hips lift as he mindlessly seeks more - hand, mouth, anything. His belly flutters helplessly as his body rushes swiftly to the point of release.
Harry cries out at his climax, fingers tightening convulsively in Tim's hair, hot come jetting from his cock.
His mind goes perfectly, blissfully blank for a moment.
Then he's aware again, oversensitive and breathing hard. Mouth dry, he relaxes his hands to cradle Tim's head gently.]
Oh. I'm so sorry, I...
[Words fail so he just looks at Tim with naked adoration.]
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Date: 2025-04-16 02:43 pm (UTC)He stays until he's sure he's milked every last drop, sucking him down a few more times just to be certain, and then scrambles back up into his lap. Tim's still mostly wearing his pants, with his cock pulled out and pre smeared in his treasure trail, but he's well-versed in self-denial, it doesn't seem to bother him. Instead, all his attention is on Harry, his eyes sun bright and adoring as he leans in for a wet kiss, the salty taste of his release still on his tongue. ]
It's okay. [ With an arm around his shoulder and a thumb tapping playfully at his chin. ] I wanted you to feel good. I think I succeeded.
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Date: 2025-04-16 03:17 pm (UTC)He laughs softly.]
You have. Very, ah. Very thoroughly.
[Breath slowing, he nuzzles Tim's neck, drawing his lips over his pulse.]
Darling Tim. I'd no idea it could be so pleasurable. So... so intense. You are the most beautiful man.
[He notices the state of Tim's trousers at last and shifts a little under him.]
And indeed an unsatisfied one. May I touch you? Only you must tell me what you like best, should I not discover it. Or if there is something else you'd prefer?
[His body and brain are still both swimming in the post orgasmic haze, but he's eager all the same.]
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Date: 2025-04-16 05:42 pm (UTC)Just knowing that he's so adored would be enough to satisfy him, truly. But he won't say no, if it would please Harry. ]
You can touch me. [ Humming happily, neck buzzing against his lips. ] Anywhere you want.
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Date: 2025-04-16 06:59 pm (UTC)Harry liberally licks his palm, then kisses Tim's neck tenderly as he shifts again, getting his arm situated so that he can lightly take his cock in hand. He draws his fingers up experimentally, feeling how slick it already is.]
Many thanks.
[He keeps his mouth on Tim's neck as he begins to stroke him slowly, thumbing the head on the upstroke, all of his movements quite deliberate. It would not be inaccurate to say that he's studying Tim, compiling mental notes of any reactions.
And of course he doesn't shut up.]
You've the loveliest prick. I will no doubt think of it often, when I'm not thinking of your perfect mouth. You dear, sweet boy.
[He nips the skin of Tim's neck, low, where a collar will hide it, before dragging his tongue over the same spot. His grip on Tim's dick firms a little. He isn't well versed sexually, but what he does know is handjobs.]
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Date: 2025-04-16 07:50 pm (UTC)Fingers tangle through his hair, keeping him there against Tim's neck as he leans into the kisses, unashamed to push for more the way a puppy might, asking for a kiss or a touch direct from the source. If Harry's pressed there, perhaps he won't see the far more telling way his face grows hot with praise, even if he can't hide how it makes him leak into his hand. That's what makes him moan and rock into his hand, what makes his eyes well up with the emotion of being wanted so deeply, so completely, so quickly. ]
Harry.
[ A whisper, a moan, a prayer. ]
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