Emcee groans against the nape of Sinric's neck, his lips curling in a smile.

He tightens his arms around him. Not to restrain, but joyously hugging him as they fuck. Sharing their bodies with one another, somehow already knowing what the other wants. How rough, how soft, how fast or slow.

He reaches as deeply as he can, thrusting and grinding, relishing every little way Sinric's body responds.