Harry knew exactly what Bastian uttering his name meant and as the man's hips bucked, he forced his head down all the way, gagging and swallowing reflexively as that thick cock filled his throat. The thick, hot spray of semen hit the back of his throat and he forced himself to swallow it down, his hand continuing to knead and massage Bastian's balls as they contracted. He pulled back just in time for the last spurt to land on his tongue, coating it in sticky, milky musk. He continued sucking on the head until he knew that Bastian's orgasm had subsided and then pulled away, sitting back on his haunches and licking his lips.