[ Harry has an obscenely honest... everything. Eyes, face, hands. If his intentions were to harm John, he'd make a show of it. Violence between them is nothing less than dramatic; Harry set the bar when he blew out the Varsity doors, oh so long ago now. He moves from the desire to bite and bruise to the tender act of soothing an old wound, something with memories that run deep, and he can't begin to contemplate them. What he thinks is: it hurts him, and he's had a rough night, and i so fucked this up the last time.
Harry's warmth is distinct from Summer glamour, and he pours it across John's scars and skin, pressing his thumb in circles over the man's shirt. ] Shh, okay? [ He hushes him. Their food is waiting for them but Harry can't bring himself to care for that right now. John's got hands up under his shirt by then, and that wipes all other thought from his brain in favor of making a soft noise or two.
His free hand tucks itself across the back of John's neck, and Harry takes the opportunity to step closer, winding his presence into John's own. His mouth tucks towards John's jawline, pressing a soft kiss there before the wizard chuckles and sings low: ] But baby, it's cold outside.
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Date: 2012-11-23 06:06 am (UTC)Harry's warmth is distinct from Summer glamour, and he pours it across John's scars and skin, pressing his thumb in circles over the man's shirt. ] Shh, okay? [ He hushes him. Their food is waiting for them but Harry can't bring himself to care for that right now. John's got hands up under his shirt by then, and that wipes all other thought from his brain in favor of making a soft noise or two.
His free hand tucks itself across the back of John's neck, and Harry takes the opportunity to step closer, winding his presence into John's own. His mouth tucks towards John's jawline, pressing a soft kiss there before the wizard chuckles and sings low: ] But baby, it's cold outside.