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Harry was panting hard, too, and he licked his lips. "Well. D'you... want to go... somewhere else?" he asked. There was no way they could just stand out in an alley like this. He wondered if they could get a room at the Leaky, though depending on the situation they'd found themselves in, that could be booked up. He hoped silently that Oliver hadn't stopped because he was suddenly having regrets.
Oliver licked his lips, tasting whiskey and Harry. He wanted to. He wanted it so badly. But it was rash actions, spurred on by lust, that had gotten him into a bad situation. He still loved Benjy. He should get over him first. But what better way to get over someone than find someone else? He knew it wasn't healthy. But it felt so good... "Do... do you want to?" He knew Harry was hurting too. Should they offer each other some comfort? or was that foolish?
It was probably a terrible idea. He probably should walk away, pretend it didn't happen. But he couldn't. He wanted Oliver so much, more than he'd ever thought he would. "I kind of do? Do you? I mean... we can break into the back of some shop or something. Or... not if you don't want to." Oliver was on the rebound. There was a good chance he was going to say no, but it was a chance he was willing to take.
"I want to. So badly," Oliver said, because surely Harry could feel how hard he was. But he knew he shouldn't. It was such a bad idea. A rebound fuck. He wasn't like that. Harry was his friend and he would totally screw that up. "I just don't know if I should."
Harry pressed back against the wall, and the reality of things set in. He still felt extremely fuzzy, and painfully aroused. He swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah. Sure. Of course. You... yeah. I understand," he said quietly. "It's probably... not a good idea." The disappointment was intense, but he pushed it aside. He was drunk. His judgement was off. Better safe than sorry. And all that.