Harry shivered visibly as Bastian's breath played directly into his ear, that voice and the things it promised sending little sparks of pleasure through his body. "Bastian..." He murmured softly, his voice the barest of hoarse whispers. He'd never felt temptation like this before. He wanted nothing more than to agree, run back to his flat and rip the man's clothes off. But there was another part of him that wanted to wait, wanted to take things slowly. He took a shaky breath and shifted in Bastian's lap, pressing his forehead against the other man's.
"You know how much I want that...I want it all. I want to pleasure you, explore your body with my eyes, hands, tongue. I want..." He paused, flushing brightly. To say he wasn't accustomed to speaking about intimacy was an understatement. "I want to feel you inside me." He closed his eyes, forcing himself to take another deep breath. "But I want to wait. It's only our first date, I just...I want to be in a committed relationshp before it gets really physical. I'm sorry..."