Faelan shuddered at the assault on his nipple, his need spiraling until he had to consciously restrain his more animalistic instincts, struggling through his drunken haze to keep himself in check, present enough to know that he didn't want to hurt Harry by being over-eager. It was with effort that he kept his hips firmly planted on the bed as Harry moved into position and wrapped his fingers around Faelan's erection again. Every fingertip drew its own moan until he was begging Harry to hurry.
"You have the control, mate. Promise. Just..." he ran out of air as Harry finally pressed the tip of Faelan's cock against his opening, and pushed down until Faelan popped inside. "Yes, fuck!" Slowly, Harry lowered himself down, and Faelan couldn't help but touch him, hands stroking up and down his chest, nipples rolling beneath Faelan's palms. "Go," he groaned, longing to feel his cock fully sheathed and Harry's body pressed tightly against his own.