This was getting lost. Nothing to feel but soul-searing heat -- flushed skin, warm breath, the welcoming heat of his lover's body encasing him. Laboured breathing coming in a syncopated counterpoint to the driving beat of bodies advancing and retreating together. It was touch and trust and not thinking about anything but the sweet, hot tension coiled in every muscle.
"Gods..."
A quiet, breathy whisper and he was lost, choked whimpers muffled in a messy meeting of mouths as he shuddered his own surrender to the blinding pleasure.