Now he does cry out, panting hard and hot against Sinric's chest, his slick lips moving up to his throat. His hands roam up and down his back, fingertips following the curve of his spine. And he keeps thrusting into him, aiming his hips just so to make Sinric cry out the loudest.

He starts to unravel. This is what he wanted, this is what he needed. For everything to come undone, to show himself as he was and is, his lust raw and bare.

"Oh, Sinric--!" he gasps into the pit of his throat.

Harder, faster, rushing toward the edge...