[ Harry rarely bothers being subtle (earlier this afternoon being the exception to the rule) and Rafe can feel the eyes on him as he exhales, air hissing out from behind his teeth. Partly the liquor as it burns his throat, partly a challenge that he knows Flynn won't refuse.
When he reaches for the bottle, Rafe doesn't let go — fingers twining over glass and under Harry's that can tug it back probably a couple seconds before Harry figures on being finished. ]
You want a milk back for that? We can warm it up special, help you get to sleep.
[ Because sleep is totally what's on his mind, free hand curling round Flynn's belt buckle. Unaware of the momentary flashback and unwelcome memories Harry struggles with, he instead takes another slow sip and holds it. All the better to offer it to Harry mouth-to-mouth as he yanks him closer by that buckle into the only kind of kiss they bother with, rough and hard-edged and with just a bit of a smirk lurking behind it. ]
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When he reaches for the bottle, Rafe doesn't let go — fingers twining over glass and under Harry's that can tug it back probably a couple seconds before Harry figures on being finished. ]
You want a milk back for that? We can warm it up special, help you get to sleep.
[ Because sleep is totally what's on his mind, free hand curling round Flynn's belt buckle. Unaware of the momentary flashback and unwelcome memories Harry struggles with, he instead takes another slow sip and holds it. All the better to offer it to Harry mouth-to-mouth as he yanks him closer by that buckle into the only kind of kiss they bother with, rough and hard-edged and with just a bit of a smirk lurking behind it. ]