[John beams into the kiss. There is something so rewarding about wresting a reaction like that out of Harry. He's barely begun to tease his hands over the expanse of skin and Harry just rises, desperate and sparking like a live wire. It's so goddamn sweet that John changes his mind about the ridiculousness of the words and murmurs,] Mmhm, speaking of desserts...
[When the wizard lays back down, John sees the smudge of purple has spread out and faded. He darts a look up Harry's eyes, gauging as he picks out another blueberry, squeezing it lightly. It's cold, and the drops that fall against Harry's chest must be as well.]
Apologies. Allow me to-- [John braces himself on the bedspread around Harry and bends down the clean away the juice with one bold, broad swipe of his tongue.]
no subject
[When the wizard lays back down, John sees the smudge of purple has spread out and faded. He darts a look up Harry's eyes, gauging as he picks out another blueberry, squeezing it lightly. It's cold, and the drops that fall against Harry's chest must be as well.]
Apologies. Allow me to-- [John braces himself on the bedspread around Harry and bends down the clean away the juice with one bold, broad swipe of his tongue.]