It wasn't much longer before they were both shirtless, his jumper and Harry's shirt laying coupled on the floor. While the soft strokes to Harry's chest and stomach were nice, and enjoyable, he needed more than that. A confirmation that he wasn't the only one suffering in the best possible way.
With his eyes on Harry's, his hand slid to the front of Harry's jeans. Seconds later a groan filled the room between them when his long fingers closed over heated, straining skin hidden beneath the denim of his jeans.
His fingers were already working the button of Harry's jeans. "I want these off."