"Easy," John hushes quietly, rubbing his hand against the very slight swell of Harry's stomach. The man needs to eat more, but there is still softness. He waits, rubbing in a leisurely circle, until Harry calms.
Then John settles in, shifting into a recline with his elbow planted next to Harry's side, his hand tucking under the wizard's spine. He lays across one of Harry's leg, curled up against his pelvis and looking up over the canvas of Harry's skin, extra pale from the lack of sunlight Chicago is graced with this season.
He finds a raspberry this time and lets the fruit roll between his fingers before dragging it against the extra-sensitive bit of flesh next to the navel, painting a swirl there. He leaves the berry there for a moment, licking his fingers clean before bending down and mouthing it away, letting his teeth scrape against Harry.
The color is just as vibrant as the strawberry's. "You would hex me into the new year if I drew my name, wouldn't you?"
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Date: 2012-12-08 03:43 am (UTC)Then John settles in, shifting into a recline with his elbow planted next to Harry's side, his hand tucking under the wizard's spine. He lays across one of Harry's leg, curled up against his pelvis and looking up over the canvas of Harry's skin, extra pale from the lack of sunlight Chicago is graced with this season.
He finds a raspberry this time and lets the fruit roll between his fingers before dragging it against the extra-sensitive bit of flesh next to the navel, painting a swirl there. He leaves the berry there for a moment, licking his fingers clean before bending down and mouthing it away, letting his teeth scrape against Harry.
The color is just as vibrant as the strawberry's. "You would hex me into the new year if I drew my name, wouldn't you?"