Oh. Oh God. He was fawning. He knew he was. Staring up at Harry, wide eyed and stunned and desperate for more. Not even trying to hide it, not after the way the day had gone. "You were. Where I learned it from. I told you, I would make you proud, Harry. Always."
Leaning his cheek into Harry's touch, still staring at him. "I like when you call me Dear Boy. Why... why it bothered me before." Definitely a man. Okay. He was acutely aware of how not dressed he was, and how good Harry's legs felt against his arms.
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Date: 2016-06-02 03:47 am (UTC)Leaning his cheek into Harry's touch, still staring at him. "I like when you call me Dear Boy. Why... why it bothered me before." Definitely a man. Okay. He was acutely aware of how not dressed he was, and how good Harry's legs felt against his arms.