harry—monmouth:

iamthefirechild:

“Don’t, Harry, don’t … be a … tease,” Kris pleaded, locking green eyes with blue. Twisting his wrists, he grabbed for Harry’s hands, holding tight and pulling.

He raised his head, just letting him hold onto his hands, tensing at just that moment. The prince took a breath to relax himself, giving a small and chaste kiss, still evident that he was struggling a bit with it.

Kris ran his thumbs over the back of the prince’s hands, soothing and soft. ‘Don’t push,’ he warned himself. ‘No more pushing.’ He followed Harry’s kiss with a few more, still gentle, still chaste, before lifting one of Harry’s hands to his mouth and kissing his fingertips.