Harry's House, Late Afternoon-ish
Eric opened his eyes. He smiled at Harry. Much to his surprised, the wizard was still in his arms and still in bed. Even though his life had become a whirlwind of too-much-interesting-activity, he found Harry was the calm center. Surprisingly, Harry was the calm center.
His hand twitched to brush his fingertips over his warm skin. He inhaled to smell their mingled scents and sex. Eric lifted his head enough to brush his lips over his cheek and lips. His exhale blew over Harry's stubble. Eric stilled not to wake him, but to watch him sleep.