[There is the urge to bite back. There is always the urge to match Harry in all things, especially physicality. Harry's teeth at playful when they nip John, but there pressure is a reminder of how close they are, have been, and will be. He wants the bite, the twinge of pain flirting along his muscles. Let Dresden set a line in the sand so John can test it and settle into it. He could live in that place where Harry bites the hand that feeds him, just as long as it is John's.
The want to be held down was simple to see in Harry. The food thing was less obvious, though John can pick that apart just as easily. Harry will not take any money or power from John, but something tangible like a hand-fed morsel... that might be the thing. John can work with that. Upstairs he has a large bed that needs filling, and if Harry would like to lay out and tangle himself into the sheets until he can't move, leaving John to take care of him
that is also fine.
John collects the food again as Harry grabs his things. A shame; John liked the clutter.] Come on, [he says, voice hushed now.
It feels tenuous, tentative to lead Harry upstairs. This isn't an accidental tryst on the floor of his office. There is much more purpose to taking someone to his bedroom. He thinks for one moment about detouring to any of the stocked guest rooms, but to hell with it. If this is going to be the big trust, then let it be the big trust.
It's down the hallway, and John holds the door open for Harry, the final and absolute last out John is going to give him.]
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Date: 2012-11-19 06:40 am (UTC)The want to be held down was simple to see in Harry. The food thing was less obvious, though John can pick that apart just as easily. Harry will not take any money or power from John, but something tangible like a hand-fed morsel... that might be the thing. John can work with that. Upstairs he has a large bed that needs filling, and if Harry would like to lay out and tangle himself into the sheets until he can't move, leaving John to take care of him
that is also fine.
John collects the food again as Harry grabs his things. A shame; John liked the clutter.] Come on, [he says, voice hushed now.
It feels tenuous, tentative to lead Harry upstairs. This isn't an accidental tryst on the floor of his office. There is much more purpose to taking someone to his bedroom. He thinks for one moment about detouring to any of the stocked guest rooms, but to hell with it. If this is going to be the big trust, then let it be the big trust.
It's down the hallway, and John holds the door open for Harry, the final and absolute last out John is going to give him.]