As warm and wonderful as his teeth felt, Harry's hand felt better. Eric growled and thrusted his hips into his hands. He was a mix of emotions that he couldn't tell what where his and what where Harry's anymore. Guilt laid heavy underneath his lust and all Eric desired in the world was to make Harry happy and keep him safe. The two conflicted, even as he bit the side of his neck to raise another bruise. He cursed himself while wiggling out of his pants, because on top of it all, he only wanted more.