"Faelan! Fuck!" Harry nearly choked as Faelan let him slip from front to back, his cock trapped in the tight, wet swallowing of Faelan's throat. At the same time, the younger man's fingers dragged down the wrinkled skin of his arsehole, and Harry was right on the edge faster than his conscious thought could keep up with.
Harry's fingers were in constant motion now, combing through Faelan's sweaty hair, smoothing it back off his face over and over. It was do this or lose control of his hips and drive into the other man's mouth mindlessly, and Harry felt in his core that this was about more than mere gratification. Faelan was giving him everything he could, and Harry desperately hung on, wanting just a few more moments to watch those soft, red lips so close to his belly, close to his skin, so close, close close-