Carrick moaned in pleasure, his mouth still pressed hard to the rippling throat. The movement of his hips sped up again until he was pounding Hermes hard into the bed, his embrace almost tight enough to bruise.
The spasm of Hermes body as the slave's climax hit him sent Carrick over the edge, and he spent himself deep inside the boy's body. He cried out softly, the noise muffled against Hermes' throat. When he raised his head and licked his lips, his entire body felt as though it was alight. He let his cock slip slowly from inside his slave, and lay back against the pillows, drawing Hermes with him.
"Little bird," he breathed, voice no louder than a whisper.