Harry almost misses the question, because his breath hitches and his body twitches when John runs a finger along his skin. It might tickle, but there's this heat that spreads outwards from the light touch and sinks into his guts and coils up right behind his navel. When his mind finally catches up in the wake of the sensory fit, he notes that his voice is hoarse, but his mouth is fucking watering like this is a delicious treat (really, he doesn't even look twice at the berries because John prowling around is a heck of a lot more attention-grabbing).
"Uh?" Come on, Dresden, do something other than watch with wide, entranced eyes and fight against the desire to shiver, again. "In general?" Fuck, there went that. He's quick to look up from John's hands to his face and add: "But, I sort of figured that - this was some part of me I'd ignored and - I don't know, I guess I was tired of ignoring it." No shit, he'd stormed out of Marcone's office and spent the next couple weeks poking and prodding and shivering at the bruises all over his throat, pretty much languishing in memories of the night before deciding that yeah, it was okay with him in the end.
He'd had a stern talking-to with himself after a minor freak out -- and here he was again. This time without pants. And John was fucking kissing him right on the dick! "Ah," he gasped in retaliation, because well, that was interesting and new and talk about electric.
It was the pass of John's hands back up his legs that settled him back into the mattress, and his hands loosened just a little in the sheets. "You're the one that got slapped around by a tree." Harry had escaped with the bruising and abrasions on his face. "Maybe I ought to be gentle with you." A really bad attempt at teasing, but his legs did tighten around the other, just a little.
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Date: 2012-12-14 06:08 am (UTC)"Uh?" Come on, Dresden, do something other than watch with wide, entranced eyes and fight against the desire to shiver, again. "In general?" Fuck, there went that. He's quick to look up from John's hands to his face and add: "But, I sort of figured that - this was some part of me I'd ignored and - I don't know, I guess I was tired of ignoring it." No shit, he'd stormed out of Marcone's office and spent the next couple weeks poking and prodding and shivering at the bruises all over his throat, pretty much languishing in memories of the night before deciding that yeah, it was okay with him in the end.
He'd had a stern talking-to with himself after a minor freak out -- and here he was again. This time without pants. And John was fucking kissing him right on the dick! "Ah," he gasped in retaliation, because well, that was interesting and new and talk about electric.
It was the pass of John's hands back up his legs that settled him back into the mattress, and his hands loosened just a little in the sheets. "You're the one that got slapped around by a tree." Harry had escaped with the bruising and abrasions on his face. "Maybe I ought to be gentle with you." A really bad attempt at teasing, but his legs did tighten around the other, just a little.