The potion, Illario's own nature, his love for Jim, it's all of it together. All of it combined into a hunger that he can't deny and doesn't even try to. He wants, and he lets out a petulant noise when Jim shows some measure of restraint.

"Amore, bello, vita moi, I need-" he groans, the words becoming a sharp moan when Jim's teeth catch his throat and a shudder runs through him, unable to suppress it.

"Il primo?" Illario whines, thrusting back onto Jim's fingers and then into his hand, his breathing fast, his cock already leaking and those trembles mark him being embarrassingly close to coming already. "Ti voglio dentro di me-"