[ There's too much space between them, Harry realizes. Even as his brow knits in confusion, he gets himself back up onto his elbows and tries to push up towards John, to curve himself a little closer, legs tightening around him. Like he's about to slither right up the man's body, latch on and not let go unless he was pried off. It's brought on by the way John looks at him (christ, there are no words to describe that feeling - like being stripped down to his soul all over again), by the way John actually touches him.
Harry reaches up and gets both hands into John's hair and lets him have it: one whammy of a kiss, where he neglects biting the man's mouth like he did weeks ago. There's some sort of need in it: to confirm? to express something other then the way his own pulse spikes when he gets that close. His thumbs pressing to John's temples, taking such care. He does work his teeth across John's bottom lip, letting him know that they're still there, that he'll still bite but in that moment, he'd like something that tastes like blueberries.
He pulls back to remark, amused, on the new stain on his skin: ] Or just make a mess all over me, why don't you?
[ He stops trying to get at John and flops back down onto the bed, leaving just his legs tucked along the man's waist and ribs, one knee jostling at John's elbow as though purposefully trying to get him to make a mess. Brat wizard, he was indeed. ]
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Date: 2012-11-27 05:16 am (UTC)Harry reaches up and gets both hands into John's hair and lets him have it: one whammy of a kiss, where he neglects biting the man's mouth like he did weeks ago. There's some sort of need in it: to confirm? to express something other then the way his own pulse spikes when he gets that close. His thumbs pressing to John's temples, taking such care. He does work his teeth across John's bottom lip, letting him know that they're still there, that he'll still bite but in that moment, he'd like something that tastes like blueberries.
He pulls back to remark, amused, on the new stain on his skin: ] Or just make a mess all over me, why don't you?
[ He stops trying to get at John and flops back down onto the bed, leaving just his legs tucked along the man's waist and ribs, one knee jostling at John's elbow as though purposefully trying to get him to make a mess. Brat wizard, he was indeed. ]