[ he takes up the book, looking closer at the little post-its, but the notes make little sense to him, at least in this context. but it's harry's voice and demeanor that draw him in instead, fingers sliding away from the book to the man's wrist, idly feeling for the rabbiting of his pulse. ]
You're afraid.
[ he turns then, moving to straddle harry's hips, weighting him down to the bed but not obliging the kiss just yet. harry is delightful to kiss, to do so many more things with, but even will can see the solid outline of a man begin to blur and distort. ]
What are you afraid of, Harry? [ he reaches for his cheek, his chin, then leans in and kisses him hard. ]
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You're afraid.
[ he turns then, moving to straddle harry's hips, weighting him down to the bed but not obliging the kiss just yet. harry is delightful to kiss, to do so many more things with, but even will can see the solid outline of a man begin to blur and distort. ]
What are you afraid of, Harry? [ he reaches for his cheek, his chin, then leans in and kisses him hard. ]