"I sh'ud hope so." Faelan bucked forward as Harry's fingertips stroked him, his knees going weak and his head tipping back as he panted wantonly. "More, more, more..." Not thinking of anything now but their pleasure, he put his hands over Harry's wrists, making him push Faelan's trousers down to puddle around his ankles, and rolling his hips forward to grind against Harry's hands. "Come on," he urged, switching his hands to Harry's waistband, slipping them inside to explore firm, muscled arse cheeks until he was tugging, one hip at a time, on Harry's trousers, pulling them all the way down his legs.
Harry was harder than Faelan was. Giving Harry a lazy grin, Faelan bent, picked up Harry's cock and guided the tip of it to his tongue to give an exploratory lick.
"Mmmmm," Faelan moaned at the taste of Harry's skin, then bobbed his head to take Harry's length into his mouth.