There is obvious and then there is obvious. One which Harry knows and one that tends to fly right over his head. Slowly, he's warming up to the potential idea that - gee, maybe John Marcone's hands were all over him for a reason other than to just be there. That's a interesting thought, and it garners an interesting reaction from Harry, as he begins to mull it over. Also, the wet heat just below his ribs makes him twitch. Not to move away, but with flickers of pleasure. His heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest and giggle hysterically because it tickles as much as anything else.
God, his pulse is hammering away in his throat. Just from the idle painting and the proximity of John's own body, the hand - especially the hand spread out along his back. He can't place why he likes it so much. Maybe because he's never thought of someone's hands fitting along his bony spine and dipping into the small of his back, and John's trying to do both at the same time. Sensitive. That's it, he feels sensitive, like he's starting to burn up all over.
And half of him hasn't even begun to be touched! At least until he thinks that, and then John's hand is drifting lower on his body. To his credit, he keeps his hands above his head, although he gets bedsheets twisted up into his fingers and he half-curls his body so that he can see what the hell is going on oh. Oh. His mouth is dry, and he swallows hard, licks his lips and watches like a hawk.
He could say no, to be honest but that would defeat everything they'd just done - and Harry hadn't had a few weeks to think without coming to the conclusion that at best, he wanted to try it. He'd walked in willingly, albeit nervously. "Yeah, that's good," he scratched out, eyes wide and pulse fluttering. Gradually, he settled back down and dropped his head to the mattress. "Just a heads up. It's been a while."
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Date: 2012-12-12 01:22 am (UTC)God, his pulse is hammering away in his throat. Just from the idle painting and the proximity of John's own body, the hand - especially the hand spread out along his back. He can't place why he likes it so much. Maybe because he's never thought of someone's hands fitting along his bony spine and dipping into the small of his back, and John's trying to do both at the same time. Sensitive. That's it, he feels sensitive, like he's starting to burn up all over.
And half of him hasn't even begun to be touched! At least until he thinks that, and then John's hand is drifting lower on his body. To his credit, he keeps his hands above his head, although he gets bedsheets twisted up into his fingers and he half-curls his body so that he can see what the hell is going on oh. Oh. His mouth is dry, and he swallows hard, licks his lips and watches like a hawk.
He could say no, to be honest but that would defeat everything they'd just done - and Harry hadn't had a few weeks to think without coming to the conclusion that at best, he wanted to try it. He'd walked in willingly, albeit nervously. "Yeah, that's good," he scratched out, eyes wide and pulse fluttering. Gradually, he settled back down and dropped his head to the mattress. "Just a heads up. It's been a while."