Faelan chanted his name and Harry picked up the rhythm, hardly able to breathe from the assault on his senses, yet feeling desperate as a cornered kneazle. He pressed himself against Faelan as tight as he could, wanting more of Faelan's teeth and arms and hard cock. Faelan was the rock that Harry was landing upon and it felt- "So good!" he gasped, riding Faelan even harder as he found an angle that kept his muscles working for more friction, his passion spiraling high and fast.