[ Sorry, Johnny. Harry forgets that with great height comes the great responsibility to be mindful of his weight. Whether he's scrawny or not, he's still heavy, and bony, for that matter. It's why he balances his weight on his knees a little more, after hearing the noise of pain from the man. It's funny, that he's so concerned with John's comfort now that he's perched atop him. If John uses their eyes as his battleground, Harry uses their bodies. To the victor go the spoils. ]
[ He thinks about the words, if only because he hasn't thought about those questions. Harry's just been meandering through this labyrinth of touches and kisses and John's center of gravity as it urged him to drift closer. He went across the table for the man, jesus christ. Actions have consequences - especially actions like, say, making out with the self-styled prince of Chicago. Harry certainly hasn't curtsied for that gunpowder-black crown; even if he is on his knees, he's still above John. That's nice, that's pleasurable, to think of things that way.
He scoffs against the man's pulse, mouth practically wrapped around his heartbeat, every nerve ending purring away the moment he'd felt fingers sink into his hair. ] It's like you can't do anything better with your mouth, John! You can keep askin' me questions, but I'm not going to answer them - not until morning, or until you make me. And we both know which is more likely to happen. Get your tie off, will you?
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Date: 2012-11-04 01:49 am (UTC)[ He thinks about the words, if only because he hasn't thought about those questions. Harry's just been meandering through this labyrinth of touches and kisses and John's center of gravity as it urged him to drift closer. He went across the table for the man, jesus christ. Actions have consequences - especially actions like, say, making out with the self-styled prince of Chicago. Harry certainly hasn't curtsied for that gunpowder-black crown; even if he is on his knees, he's still above John. That's nice, that's pleasurable, to think of things that way.
He scoffs against the man's pulse, mouth practically wrapped around his heartbeat, every nerve ending purring away the moment he'd felt fingers sink into his hair. ] It's like you can't do anything better with your mouth, John! You can keep askin' me questions, but I'm not going to answer them - not until morning, or until you make me. And we both know which is more likely to happen. Get your tie off, will you?