"I'm bored," he huffed. "How was your day?"

"Mhm, good." He grinned, "What do you usually do to have some fun?"

The warmth on his cheeks was certainly a blush. "We can watch a movie and do a drinking game, what do you think?" He rested both hands on the man's waist. "And then see where things go."

Harry smiled, pecking his lips back, only lingering a bit more. "But I never got to see your place," he pouted.

"Of course I don't mind," he spoke. After placing a gentle kiss on Brock's cheek, he smiled, "Should we go grocery shopping or you have enough alcohol and snacks for both of us?"

He hummed in agreement, gently squeezing Brock's hand. "Lead the way."

After Brock left to grab the beers, Harry took a sit on the couch. It was a small, but comfortable place. "Would you prefer to watch a movie or a TV show?" He asked, voice loud enough for the other to hear.

"Cool, we're watching Finding Nemo," Harry beamed — he loved that movie. "I'm gonna text you a nice Finding Nemo drinking game I found." [text] 𝟴:𝟰𝟯 𝗣𝗠 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆:

"What's wrong with animation movies?" He arched an eyebrow. Harry adjusted some pillows to make himself more comfortable, took a bottle of beer, then gestured for Brock to approach, "C'mere, babe."

"Mhm, I'm into a bunch of things you don't know," he pressed a kiss on Brock's temple, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to bring him closer. "I know, right? They start with a tragedy almost every time!"

Harry's only response was a satisfied hum while he started playing with Brock's hair. "You're a softie," he mumbled, letting out a chuckle. He took a swig of the beer.

Harry limited his answer to messing the other man's hair. "I'm super ready," he grinned, nibbling gently on Brock's finger after he bit the chip. "Are you comfortable?"

"Mhm, good," he mumbled, placing a kiss on top of Brock's head. Harry's then lips curled into a mocking grin. "I don't think so. You'd probably forget to feed them, babe."

"Are you actually buying an aquarium just to prove your point?" He teased, chuckling ever so softly after a large sip of beer. "You should have a clownfish named Nemo."

Harry rolled his eyes playfully. "That's up to my father, not me, so I guess you won't get a bonus," he murmured. "Better luck next time." His fingertips gently caressed Brock's arm when a laugh escaped from his lips. "You could never ignore me."

"Good," he grinned widely, turning his attention back to the movie. Harry kept the caress up and down Brock's arm whilst he drank another swig of beer when a character said 'Nemo'.

Harry smiled after each kiss, eventually turning his head a little to peck Brock's lips. "Pay attention to the movie, mister," he spoke in a playful tone.

He leaned against the couch's armrest, capturing Brock's lips into a brief, sweet kiss. "Are you tipsy, already?" He teased, placing a kiss on his cheek, then repeated: "Pay attention to the movie, mister."

Harry gently stroked his hair when their attention turned back to the movie. "I think this is the thirtieth time I'm watching this movie, no joke," he spoke, taking a swig of beer 'cause of the drinking game. "I know almost all the lines."

"It's my comfort movie. I guess it reminds of my childhood, the good parts only," he explained before stuffing his mouth with potato chips.