Harry tossed his head from side to side, Faelan's fingers sending tingling currents throughout his body. "Fuck control, thas not what I want." He sank the last inch down onto Faelan and shuddered, feeling stuffed full. "Want this beautiful cock in me all night."
At Faelan's urging, Harry leaned forward, catching up the other man's hands and pinning them down with his own. He began to rise and fall, giving Faelan room to catch a rhythm, the scant inches Harry commanded already delicious. The stretch and push made Harry feel like he still had Faelan in the back of his throat.
"Control's all yours if you want it," Harry said, tipping his face up to bare his neck as he'd seen someone unnameable do to Remus countless times. He flexed his fingers around Faelan's and watched him through hooded eyes, wondering if he was playing with fire. Either way, Harry was sure to burn.