Chapter 39

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he whispered when he realised the reason for Charlie’s stillness. The man had stopped breathing.

Charlie’s breath hitched and he trembled. “Please…” he whispered.

Harry poured oil into his hands and coated his cock, then ran his fingers down Charlie’s crease. He rubbed gently, teasing his entrance until Charlie made a soft, desperate sound. He hesitated and toyed a little more and then inserted one finger; teasing, opening. Charlie made a sobbing sound, so he added another finger and stretched him before pushing both inside to rub against his spot. He found it and Charlie yelled aloud and pushed against his hand. “Now, now…please…” he panted.

Harry poured more oil on himself, determined not to hurt Charlie, and then pushed inside, bit by bit until he was fully seated and Charlie was moaning low and soft. He curled himself over Charlie’s back, kissed his neck, and wrapped an arm around his chest.

“Are you ready?” he whispered in his ear.