Harry couldn't look away from Oliver's gaze, which actually helped him calm down for a while. There was pain, but it was the kind that Harry knew would pass quickly. The focus of Oliver's eyes -- the fluttering of his eyelashes and the slight rolling whenever he seemed to somehow derive pleasure just from touching him -- worked until Oliver was well past three fingers and moving deeper.
Long Keeper fingers easily found Harry's prostate, though, and the sensation was electrifying. He dug his fingers into the bedding and cried out sharply. "Oliver!"