Harry grinned as Bastian opened his eyes, still licking his lips and rather looking like the cat that ate the canary, entirely pleased with himself.
He allowed himself to be guided, crawling up the bed and kissing the man sweetly, hoping he didn't mind the lingering taste of his own seed in Harry's mouth. He didn't mind the taste, really. It wasn't something he would ever order as a drink, but it wasn't awful. He felt pride swell in his chest at the praise, really glad he was able to bring Bas pleasure. He felt the man deserved it, especially after being so patient and understanding.