As Faelan swallowed Harry's cock, he lifted his eyes, looking up at Harry's face from beneath eyelids that begged to drop closed and just feel. But he wanted to see Harry's reaction for himself, the man's contorted face and panting breaths fueling him on as he remembered just how good he was at this. There was a reason he hadn't been kicked out of the werewolf pack earlier.
When Harry could not control his whimpering groans, Faelan realized it might all be over if he wasn't careful, so as he kept his fingertip dancing in a teasing rub against Harry's hole, he drew his mouth back in one quick motion and grasped the base of Harry's cock with his fist.
"Not so fas'," Faelan breathed. "There's lots more I needa do-" Slowly, he crooked his fingertip against Harry's flesh until it breached tight muscles and dipped inside, "-if I'm gonna really compare."