[ will lets him move, pressing his hips down as harry’s go up, enjoying the sensation even though his attention hangs on every word the man says. ]

Close your eyes, Harry.

[ he slides his hands over the man’s chest, soothing and soft, tracing the lines of muscle and their connective tissue. ]

You left the casino floor. You opened a door and inside there was a box, or a chest. Tell me.

[ he drags his nails over the man’s chest. ] What did the box look like? Did it have a scent? What did it feel like?