Wavelength

Wavelength

A/n: For the Hxt-lightening Voyerism challenge.

Disclaimer: I don\'t own anything recognizable as belonging to the Harry Potter franchise.

In the night, when the sheer weight of the world descends upon him, Harry Potter touches himself. A way of escaping the solitude, he dreams of another.

Be it the slight pull of the sheets against his flushed skin or the faint exhalation of the wind, he is never truly alone in his solitary passions. There is always some telltale sign of another presence as climax sets his nerves aflame, every muscle tensing in one cumulative bout of warmth and release.

Or perhaps that is simply what he fanaticizes in the cool coat of after-evening, as he rides the tepid waves of lust, kept only to himself. Perhaps he wants to share the tactile euphoria with another; but knows that is an impossibility for now. So, for this one evening, he touches himself with the thought of another’s hands and loses himself within the fantasy. When completion is but a hazy memory of frenzied heat, he sighs as the loneliness, despite his misgivings to the fact, descends once more.

But within, on some primal level, he knows that the crimson glow in the darkness is not merely receding stars in the night.