Harry's knees collapsed, as he knew they would if he was touched there, but Faelan held him up, then stood and steadied them both, whispering hotly in Harry's ear. His skin prickled, and he turned suddenly, pushing Faelan back until he fell on the bed. "Go ahead an watch," he said before crawling up over the other man, taking his cock in-hand and bending until he could close his lips over it.
The skin was that intriguing contrast between silk and steel, and Harry worked the foreskin down with his lips so he could taste Faelan, however brief it might be.