As a big-picture sort of man, Harry's best laid plans often go awry due to small weaknesses. In this regard, he's been keeping up well with luring John further and further into his web. The enjoyment Harry feels towards the art of keeping someone as attentive and intelligent as him in a whirl is plastered all over his face - in the quirk at the corner of his scarred lips, in the feverish light in his eyes.
"I'll get on it," Harry murmurs, but doesn't leave John's side just yet. Step by step, he'll make his way through the evening with the Baron.
The fireplace is the centerpiece of the room (the room of dark stone and fire-warmed marble), and that's where Harry settles in to divest John of the rest of his clothes. He's meticulous, but makes a mess of things anyways. The tie he leaves alone for the moment, unbuttoning the Baron's shirt instead, fingers tickling over bare skin as he unwraps the man. He doesn't waste much time either, if only because the clothes are cold - and he's not going to leave John in them to shiver.
He folds John's collar up andd works the tie off, slips his hands under the man's shirt without so much as flinching and wraps his fingers around John's bare waist, tugging him closer for just a moment - just long enough to press his face into the crook of his neck and breathe - and then Harry parts from the Baron with jacket, tie and shirt in hand, draping them before the fireplace. "I said you'd have dry clothes," he laughs, a low sound in his chest, "but, they do have to dry first. I'm a wizard, not a laundromat."
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"I'll get on it," Harry murmurs, but doesn't leave John's side just yet. Step by step, he'll make his way through the evening with the Baron.
The fireplace is the centerpiece of the room (the room of dark stone and fire-warmed marble), and that's where Harry settles in to divest John of the rest of his clothes. He's meticulous, but makes a mess of things anyways. The tie he leaves alone for the moment, unbuttoning the Baron's shirt instead, fingers tickling over bare skin as he unwraps the man. He doesn't waste much time either, if only because the clothes are cold - and he's not going to leave John in them to shiver.
He folds John's collar up andd works the tie off, slips his hands under the man's shirt without so much as flinching and wraps his fingers around John's bare waist, tugging him closer for just a moment - just long enough to press his face into the crook of his neck and breathe - and then Harry parts from the Baron with jacket, tie and shirt in hand, draping them before the fireplace. "I said you'd have dry clothes," he laughs, a low sound in his chest, "but, they do have to dry first. I'm a wizard, not a laundromat."