[ Well, why can't he? It's not for lack of trying, after all. When he hears that sound (that rather enticing, encouraging sound that trickles cold down his heated spine), Harry recognizes that he'd really like it every which way either of them pleased. Like a sudden wash of recognition that this, this between them, is sorta' nice and maybe it's not so bad to get this close to a man you thought you hated but came to understand that it was a lot more than that and a little less than what you were capable of comprehending. Harry wants to do twenty things at once, and his fingers skitter across John's neck and front -- before he regulates himself and resolves to take it a step at a time.
It's been a while, after all.
He knows he likes when John gets a little pliable, and notes that magic gets him there. While Harry can't fold sunshine into a handkerchief anymore, he takes bittersweet pleasure in the idea that he can still mimic the sun's warmth with a bit of will and the intention to heal be kind, and pour that into John's body. At least, he wants to do more like that - just wants to let his hands wander, but finds himself cast onto the bed, where he props himself up on his elbows and reaches out with his legs, hooking his feet behind John's thighs to try and encourage him to come back. He won't beg, but he'll be insistent as fuck. ]
You should speak for yourself. Grab the food and get back here. Don't just stand there. [ Nice as you are to look at? ]
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Date: 2012-11-24 06:50 am (UTC)It's been a while, after all.
He knows he likes when John gets a little pliable, and notes that magic gets him there. While Harry can't fold sunshine into a handkerchief anymore, he takes bittersweet pleasure in the idea that he can still mimic the sun's warmth with a bit of will and the intention to
healbe kind, and pour that into John's body. At least, he wants to do more like that - just wants to let his hands wander, but finds himself cast onto the bed, where he props himself up on his elbows and reaches out with his legs, hooking his feet behind John's thighs to try and encourage him to come back. He won't beg, but he'll be insistent as fuck. ]You should speak for yourself. Grab the food and get back here. Don't just stand there. [ Nice as you are to look at? ]