Bastian put his tea aside as Harry sat on his lap. He wrapped his arm loosely around him. He smiled at Harry. He really didn't need praise, but it was good to hear Harry say those things.
He kissed the side of Harry's head again and lingered his lips close to Harry. His voice was low, just a dirty whisper directly into Harry's ear. "I want to take you back to your place and put my mouth all over you. I want to hear you moan and beg for more as I taste every inch of you. I want to make you come over and over until you can't any more. I want you to know what real, toe-curling pleasure is and I want to be the one to give it to you."