Which is why Harry always takes his time -- wet slide out, deep thrust in, press of hips on hips, Karl sucking hard on his fingers, mewls escaping with every sharp grind, slow lick up Karl's spine. A perfect dance, drowning in want and ohgodyes and need. Nothing of hesitancy, everything of greed. It's not that Harry can't get enough of Karl so much as he can't get by without Karl. Needs slick, tangled kisses, needs the bruises...every growl, every moan. Simply needs. An imprint for his inevitable, lonely future.
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