The feeling of Harry coming apart in his arms and against his skin milked a final string of moans from Faelan’s throat as the last waves of his orgasm faded away. Trembling, he clutched Harry to him until he re-gained enough motor skills to kiss his way back to Harry’s lips, needing the taste of him again. He assaulted Harry’s mouth with the frenzied desire to feel more, but his flagging strength and spinning head failed him. He sank backwards, pulling Harry with him and, panting with exhaustion, he used both hands to push sweaty hair back from Harry’s temples before giving the man a lazy grin.
“Bet Gaius wishes I’d study tha’ hard at transfiguratin’.”