Faelan caught Harry's head with both hands, kissing him hard, pouring all of his passion into it before he could lose all control and pull Harry's hips down to his. Concentrating only on the kiss, he gained some minutes back, and it was only when neither of them could breathe that he dropped his head onto the pillow, breaking the kiss and panting up at Harry with wet, swollen lips.
"Now?" he asked, clutching Harry's hips in his hands, ready to guide him if the man was willing to put him out of his misery. "Lemme fuck you, Harry." Squirming on the bed, his cock twitched, laying heavy and desperate on his stomach. "Want to."