[ Harry has stepped beyond the threshold where he might continue to feel odd about the rapt attention being paid to his legs. They’re legs. He’s owned them since a growth spurt during his young years. They’ve served him well, gotten him from point A to B and out of bad situations in the middle. By now, he’s assimilated the idea that John seems to have a fixation with them. The single-mindedness in those hands, a focus he – isn’t all that twitchy over. Because it’s warm, it’s human contact, it’s fucking intense, and it’s got Harry’s hands winding into the sheets below him, gathering them up in his fists as he focuses on that sensation.
Right until John quits and goes about trying to feed him again. He tucks his knees against the man’s waist, unwilling to let him get anywhere with the attempt to get his shirt off. Work for what you want, John. That’s what Harry’s eyes say. ] I'm not your dinner, you know.
[ Yeah, the apple and the roast.
The wizard continues to protest, at least until he gets an eye full of John getting his shirt off. It makes for quite the gag, because he shuts right up and grabs for the bottom of his own shirt. If he can get it off first, he'll be able to get his hands back on John as a reward. A few weeks ago, he'd had him moderately undressed - now? Well, there was a spell he knew that'd keep his hands warm, a whole lot of exposed skin and the blatant opportunity to melt John Marcone where he had settled (between Harry's legs, obviously). ]
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Date: 2012-11-25 07:30 am (UTC)Right until John quits and goes about trying to feed him again. He tucks his knees against the man’s waist, unwilling to let him get anywhere with the attempt to get his shirt off. Work for what you want, John. That’s what Harry’s eyes say. ] I'm not your dinner, you know.
[ Yeah, the apple and the roast.
The wizard continues to protest, at least until he gets an eye full of John getting his shirt off. It makes for quite the gag, because he shuts right up and grabs for the bottom of his own shirt. If he can get it off first, he'll be able to get his hands back on John as a reward. A few weeks ago, he'd had him moderately undressed - now? Well, there was a spell he knew that'd keep his hands warm, a whole lot of exposed skin and the blatant opportunity to melt John Marcone where he had settled (between Harry's legs, obviously). ]