Harry couldn't help but groan softly as those long fingers left him feeling empty and aching. He shifted, wrapping one slender leg around his boyfriend's body as the man moved over him. He closed his eyes as he felt the blunt head of Bastian's cock push against him, but they flashed open as he was entered, the searing pain washing over him and bowing his back as that tight ring of muscle was stretched beyond its ability. He couldn't contain his cry of pain, fingers scratching and scrambling along Bastian's back as he tried to remain still, not letting himself fight against it. He could feel the bite of torn skin and muscle but didn't care. Beneath the pain was that connection, that closeness that he craved and needed. "More..." He barely heard himself whisper, his breath coming in puffs.