May 14, 2019
Can’t Drink Without Thinking About You
by choface / whensheflies on ao3
“It’s alright… you can,” Shawn sucks in a breath. Harry can what? Touch him? Hurt him? He’s losing the plot so quickly. He can feel himself already half hard just from Harry touching his fucking ear. This is a disaster.
Harry makes a sound like he’s clearing his throat, his lower lip caught between his teeth. His thumb presses just a touch firmer into the tendon at Shawn’s neck. Shawn needs to say something, do something, but he’s paralyzed with what ifs and what the fucks. He wants Harry so badly he aches with it.
4k. a 2019 Met Gala au.