Harry drank in the sight of Bastian's body hungrily, resisting the urge to lick his lips as the man crawled up the bed, bare skin sliding over his and making him arch with desire towards that solid body.
"So have I," He agreed softly, kissing the thumb as it caressed over his lips. His legs parted, one of them drawing up to allow Bas in closer, wanting nothing more than to feel the press of his boyfriend's body against his.