The boy hums, and slings a warm, solid arm around Harry’s waist. ‘Iain, what are you doing?’ Harry frowns. He’s had way too much to drink. All he wants is to lie back and go to sleep, with Iain curled up against his chest. There’s an alarm dimly ringing in the back of his mind telling him that would be a terrible idea. But Iain’s hair, now that it’s washed regularly, is so soft.
Oh yeah it's the soft hair that makes you want him, sure man
