[ John's eyes narrow, and someone who loved his own writing too much would compare John's tensing with a tiger shifting on its paws, waiting to pounce. It was that one still moment that came before the flick of a tail, the moment when the predator's breath stopped and so did yours in sympathetic anticipation.
John's hands are already there, and it's easy to skate his hands upward, under Harry's shirt. His nails are blunt, but press in hard, doubtlessly leaving thin trails of red flushing up against Dresden's skin, arcing with his ribs. There is an instinctive arching that come from having nails suddenly soaring along your back.
It's an uncontrollable twisting of shocked muscles and goosebumps, and John uses it. Harry's challenge demands that he either take the man and dash him against the metal grating of Michigan Avenue Bridge in the dead of winter, when the river keeps it so cold your skin would stick to it-- or this. Stripping the shirt off Dresden, pulling the man's hips in with a hard grip, and bending to show Harry how it's done.
When you have a man's neck against your mouth, you don't play sweet and coy. A magical firebrand like Harry should know that, but if not, John is fine with showing him with wide bites, sharp painful nips, and tongue.
If Dresden wants that tie off, he'll have to handle it himself. Good luck with an incensed Baron going at your neck like its free terrain waiting for a flag. ]
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timeasmymeasure
oh hai let me impotently try to emulate your style
Date: 2012-11-04 03:13 am (UTC)John's hands are already there, and it's easy to skate his hands upward, under Harry's shirt. His nails are blunt, but press in hard, doubtlessly leaving thin trails of red flushing up against Dresden's skin, arcing with his ribs. There is an instinctive arching that come from having nails suddenly soaring along your back.
It's an uncontrollable twisting of shocked muscles and goosebumps, and John uses it. Harry's challenge demands that he either take the man and dash him against the metal grating of Michigan Avenue Bridge in the dead of winter, when the river keeps it so cold your skin would stick to it-- or this. Stripping the shirt off Dresden, pulling the man's hips in with a hard grip, and bending to show Harry how it's done.
When you have a man's neck against your mouth, you don't play sweet and coy. A magical firebrand like Harry should know that, but if not, John is fine with showing him with wide bites, sharp painful nips, and tongue.
If Dresden wants that tie off, he'll have to handle it himself. Good luck with an incensed Baron going at your neck like its free terrain waiting for a flag. ]