[Harry's long legs have always been a point of fascination with John. They're a runner's legs-- long, lean with tight muscles. His stride would put an ostrich to shame, and John's always found his proportions somewhat amusing. Not anymore, not with Harry's legs catching him. John's pulled forward and his hands brace on Harry's calves. With more attention than is really due, John runs his hands over Harry's legs, squeezing lightly just to feel the resistance.
He takes his time doing that, sweeping his hands down to the knees, then upward, each time closer to the man's pelvis.] If you insist. [At long last, he grabs the bag of fruit and tosses it on the bed next to Harry. The condensation is going to leave spots all over the covers as the chilled fruit defrosts, but if they don't end up needing to wash the sheets anyway, John will be disappointed.
He takes the opportunity to climb onto the bed, still between Harry's legs. He bends them up so Harry's knees are bent and curled around John. He's close enough to get his hands on Harry, but first thing's first.
He fetches a strawberry, red and still partly frozen. It's hard enough to go into the chocolate and come back in one piece that John pushes against Harry's mouth, making his lips purse.
While he's busy with that, John gets his shirt off.]
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Date: 2012-11-25 12:10 am (UTC)He takes his time doing that, sweeping his hands down to the knees, then upward, each time closer to the man's pelvis.] If you insist. [At long last, he grabs the bag of fruit and tosses it on the bed next to Harry. The condensation is going to leave spots all over the covers as the chilled fruit defrosts, but if they don't end up needing to wash the sheets anyway, John will be disappointed.
He takes the opportunity to climb onto the bed, still between Harry's legs. He bends them up so Harry's knees are bent and curled around John. He's close enough to get his hands on Harry, but first thing's first.
He fetches a strawberry, red and still partly frozen. It's hard enough to go into the chocolate and come back in one piece that John pushes against Harry's mouth, making his lips purse.
While he's busy with that, John gets his shirt off.]