Caught off guard by Harry's sudden spasm and cry of release, Oliver's eyes flicked to Harry's face and nearly came himself from the look of sheer pleasure across the other man's face. He had the presence of mind to keep his fingers working deep inside Harry through the last of his shuddering orgasm, dropping down to kiss him deeply.
"Harry," he said, his voice low and hoarse. He'd removed his fingers and was now poised, cockhead poised against Harry's ring but searching Harry's face. He didn't want to overwhelm the poor man.