His mouth works, shoving the other words down because of course there’s time to fuck him. There’s always time for that indulgence, isn’t there? But Harry’s tame now, obedient, so he slips the robe off without complaint. In the corner of the bath there’s a glass cube that fits the shower and he stretches up against the cool stone wall below the showerhead. His forehead presses there and he pushes his arse out, open and ready to be used.