The sound of Harry declaring his satisfaction made Faelan grasp at his hopelessly slipping control, each second of this exquisite pleasure worth clinging to, but all-too-rapidly flying away. As Harry's body clenched and slid over him, Faelan eyes fell to the other man's red, steel-hard erection, and he watched in awe as a single drop of pre-come slid from the tip, mingling between their stomachs drop by slick drop.
"Perfect," Faelan groaned, overcome by the unbearable ecstasy of skin, arse, and the weight of Harry's full, hot cock slapping against his belly. With a noise like a mating animal, Faelan came, his release tearing a path from his gut to Harry's insides, and he felt every millimeter of it like fireworks beneath his skin.
"FUCK YES!" he cried, shuddering so hard that Harry moaned at the vibration.