[Harry's voice is soft and oddly content. It's as if his anxiety is leaving his body on the wave of his blood. He breathes through Will's intrusion, his body being moved by his subsequent thrusts. Harry's pulse steadies and his eyes slip half shut.
It is a strange sort of ecstasy.
Eventually he grips his own cock, not stroking so much as simply providing a place to fuck into. He begins to move his own hips back, trying to provide Will with more pleasure.]
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[Harry's voice is soft and oddly content. It's as if his anxiety is leaving his body on the wave of his blood. He breathes through Will's intrusion, his body being moved by his subsequent thrusts. Harry's pulse steadies and his eyes slip half shut.
It is a strange sort of ecstasy.
Eventually he grips his own cock, not stroking so much as simply providing a place to fuck into. He begins to move his own hips back, trying to provide Will with more pleasure.]