He kisses the backs of Jay's shoulders, tense with exertion and salty with sweat. His breath is hot and heavy on his skin as he starts to peak. How could he not, with Jay straining and sweating like this, so gorgeously delicious and under his control.

He finds the catch. And he stills his fingers. A snarling smile curls his lips as he continues to pound into him.

Almost. Almost.

He bows his head over Jay's back, grunting and moaning, the fingers of his other hand digging into his hip.

Almost--

He releases the catch on the cock ring.