Faelan knew how to kiss and he didn't have to pretend, either! Harry's mouth opened with a soft moan, and he let his tongue drift almost in slow motion over Faelan's lower lip, sharp teeth and into the soft cavern of his mouth, tasting and touching.
Slow, oh-so-slow, would keep his alcohol-fueled passion from turning this into a mindless frenzy. Faelan wanted to know if he actually liked sleeping with men? Then Harry would show him the best he could offer and hope it was enough to help set Faelan straight...of sorts.
Harry let his fingers creep up Faelan's temples, into the fine hair, the tips pressed to Faelan's scalp to both massage and sooth, implying his own languid desire.