Pascal couldn't keep himself up on his elbows anymore, so he dropped back to the bed. Everything Byron did made him get a little louder with every passing moment. The warm slide of Byron's mouth tingled right down to Pascal's toes and that wonderful heat was already pooling in his stomach.
"Byron?" He moaned as he tugged gently on the other man's hair. He didn't want to come right yet and if he kept that up, there'd be no stopping it.