( he eats up that sound on Harrison's lips, immediately hungry for more of them to devour, a firstly slow and tempered kiss gaining passion, speed. whatever hesitation those wayward hands first expressed, they now grow bolder in climbing up the footfalls of harrison's ribcage, palming smooth but muscled skin with a vibrating touch, tempting and trusting. teasing, too.
for a man who can think a mile a minute, he wills his brain slower, not to think beyond the touch he presses against the body in front of him -- not his mother's murderer, not his sworn enemy, not anyone except another man he looks up to, and this time, this time, he's sure he won't be betrayed. he hopes he won't. maybe if he gives harrison something worth staying for, he won't leave barry like all the others.
even he can tell how pathetic that is. he still presses a firming cock against harrison's hip, thigh sliding between his legs the nudge at his own. )
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for a man who can think a mile a minute, he wills his brain slower, not to think beyond the touch he presses against the body in front of him -- not his mother's murderer, not his sworn enemy, not anyone except another man he looks up to, and this time, this time, he's sure he won't be betrayed. he hopes he won't. maybe if he gives harrison something worth staying for, he won't leave barry like all the others.
even he can tell how pathetic that is. he still presses a firming cock against harrison's hip, thigh sliding between his legs the nudge at his own. )