The way Harry was touching him made Faelan ache, inside and out, and at that moment, as desperate as he was to be pleasured himself, he wanted only to make Harry feel good. He wanted Harry to moan his name, to keep touching his face like that, to come long and hard at the end and tell Faelan what an amazing fuck he was.
Faelan had always loved the weight of a hard cock in his mouth, and it had been far too long since he'd tasted the flavor of a man. This was something he could never enjoy with a woman, and he tried not to think about how much he had missed it.
Lifting his hands to Harry's lower back, he let them trail down until he was gripping Harry's arse cheeks, fingers slowly crawling their way to Harry's cleft, and he relaxed his throat as if he was about to down a shot. Moving forward, he let Harry's erection slide to the back of his mouth and down his throat until his nose was pressed against Harry's skin.