Something flashes in Arashi's eyes, defiant, at the same moment that he sucks in a ragged breath. His hips press down onto Harvestman's fingers and he throws his head back with an inhuman sound, cut off like he's trying to muffle it, forgetting himself for a moment in pure pleasure.

"Fuck--"

His hands grab Harvestman's shoulders and his fingers dig in, nails biting, before they slide up the side of his throat, carding through his hair. He touches Harvestman with urgent lust, meeting his eyes and holding them, shamelessly hard and eager.

"John, I want you in me, don't tease me. I'm all yours, all of me is yours. Please - take me."