To be turned and held just like that sinks heat rapidly in him. He kisses Harry back and takes his free hand off the wall so he can grab at him, fingers tight against his scalp, then the back of his neck. It's easy to make it a heady kiss, especially when Harry's fingers are so gently holding onto his throat that way.

His cock twitches in his hand, and he keeps moving enthusiastically even as he makes a mess, coming across his knuckles.

"Don't stop. God, don't stop."