If it's sound Harry is seeking, then John provides it: a warm chuckle when Harry proves he's got elastic for bones, arching up. John urges him back down, digging his fingers into Harry's shoulders with a questioning hum, unsure if holding his arms up for so long is taking its toll. It's when Harry tries to steal the raspberry from his mouth that John makes a low, purring, "Mmmnh," chasing Harry's tongue and kissing back hard enough to press the wizard's head into the bed.
John eases up, laying separate, soft kisses against Harry's mouth. "You are so perfect like this." His hand slides down Harry's leg, where its wrapped around John's waist. "Just like this," he murmurs like a secret. His hand curls under Harry's back, holding him up just a bit further.
"I could do this all night," he says into Harry's jaw, worrying at the rough curve of it. "Hand feed you and keep you like this," and here he uses that leverage of his hand at Harry's back and crushing them together for a beat before letting go. It's reluctantly that their skin pushes together, a lingering stickiness that John's tongue couldn't entirely clean away.
He lifts his head, looking down at Harry, at the long stretch of his arms. Around John's mouth is red, smeared from when Harry crushed their lips together. "Or you can ask me for whatever you'd like."
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Date: 2012-12-21 07:36 am (UTC)John eases up, laying separate, soft kisses against Harry's mouth. "You are so perfect like this." His hand slides down Harry's leg, where its wrapped around John's waist. "Just like this," he murmurs like a secret. His hand curls under Harry's back, holding him up just a bit further.
"I could do this all night," he says into Harry's jaw, worrying at the rough curve of it. "Hand feed you and keep you like this," and here he uses that leverage of his hand at Harry's back and crushing them together for a beat before letting go. It's reluctantly that their skin pushes together, a lingering stickiness that John's tongue couldn't entirely clean away.
He lifts his head, looking down at Harry, at the long stretch of his arms. Around John's mouth is red, smeared from when Harry crushed their lips together. "Or you can ask me for whatever you'd like."