Godric wouldn't allow it even if he tried. He wants this desperately and raises his hips up to meet him, pulling him down to kiss him again, tasting the sweet coppery taste of blood.

He moans his name, sliding one arm behind his head. If he's going to get fucked, he's going to enjoy it.

Fortunately, he's had practice with the height difference, and he adjusts himself accordingly. "It's alright," he mutters, lips stained with blood.