[He doesn't terribly mind that Rafe won't let go of the bottle, but it's a supreme annoyance to not be allowed a full drink. Rafe pulls the bottle back and Harry frowns, even as the alcohol burns through his blood and works its wonderful magic. Things aren't as confusing as they were this afternoon, in the jeep. It's clear now. This is just a working partnership with some lovely benefits, and anything he does has no bearing on Adler.
So simple, so easy, and so the whole ordeal is out of his mind when lips and brandy assault his mouth in the nicest way. He allows the onslaught, opening his mouth to suck down all he can. Brady, Rafe's tongue, the ferocity that sits between them like a comfortable buffer.
He moans, pushing Rafe back into his table with enthusiasm. The size difference makes some things awkward, but it's not hard at all to pin him and attempt to lift him onto it. Rafe's probably fight it, but who cares? That way he won't have to lean.]
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So simple, so easy, and so the whole ordeal is out of his mind when lips and brandy assault his mouth in the nicest way. He allows the onslaught, opening his mouth to suck down all he can. Brady, Rafe's tongue, the ferocity that sits between them like a comfortable buffer.
He moans, pushing Rafe back into his table with enthusiasm. The size difference makes some things awkward, but it's not hard at all to pin him and attempt to lift him onto it. Rafe's probably fight it, but who cares? That way he won't have to lean.]