Bastian's eyes closed at the words 'inside me'. The implication went straight to him, made him desperate for Harry. The ache was real, the need so clear. It didn't help that Harry was on his lap, pressed against him.
"I... know," he said, feeling disappointment settle in for a moment. He put his hands on Harry, touching his hips. "That's what I'm worried about," he continued honestly. "I'm not used to waiting and I'm not used to not having it. If this is hunger then you're asking me not to eat. I want to wait, I want to so badly, but I might screw up. I might pressure you or get drunk and find someone who's pretty and interesting. I'm scared that if we do this and I mess it up you'll be hurt."