chokedout | (no subject)

Oh, Teddie, I already ask so much of you. But yes, I will.

I admit to being slightly confused as to the logistics.

I'd be happy to detail the possibilities.

Let's for this momentary fantasy set the scene. Imagine our cozy little nest of a room, yeah? You're standing by the foot of the bed in a nice robe, where as I and the other participant are laid out before you on your crisp linen sheets, getting physically acquainted.

You could watch, alone, and find merit in that. No harm done if you'd prefer to play voyeur.

Of course you could join in, too. Two bodies taking turns on yours, giving you twice as much to hold and grope. Round after round, tagging one another in and out until the three of us lay heaving on the mattress. And even then it's only just begun because imagine two bodies filling the third simultaneously. I don't really have a better term for that than the crude search term of the present: a spit-roast. But it does accurately depict it, I suppose.

[Theo, you've fried his brain. Harry has to take a moment to consider all of that, blushing furiously alone in his room.]

May we refrain from calling it that?

It all sounds very intriguing indeed. But I can't imagine who you'd convince to do such a thing with me.

I'm sure there's a person or two that'd be interested. If it sounds like something you'd like to try sometime and I have your permission to do some outreach... we can mark it in for a future calendar date?

Working up to it, of course.

It sounds a little stressful, but I cannot say that I'm not curious.

Would it be a man or a woman?

Do you have a preference? I don't.

I do not, no.

Is that something one should discuss with one's partners?

It helps with logistics a little. But honestly, flexibility does too.

Literally and metaphorically.

[Okay, that made him laugh.]

It occurs to me that I am not certain if people know I find women attractive.

[Theo, who has also just learned this fact:]

Really?

Yes.

I am not particularly good with them, mind you. I tend to bore them to tears.

I find that hard to believe - you're a very interesting man, don't make me keep repeating it.

Oh, please don't. It makes me uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was merely the time and place. Courtship in my time was more rigid, as you know. And I was hardly the sort of man considered a good choice for marriage.