The hesitation gave him pause, the only thing that could have ever filtered through the haze of need and want currently making his blood zing through his veins. The pulse beat of it was thumping in his ears, but he heard well enough.
He eased back, kissing along Harry's jaw as he did so, to look into his eyes. His own were soft and almost black with desire, his voice low and hoarse with same. His fingers had a mind of their own, now tracing along Harry's waistband, just his fingertips slipping beneath it.