Conor was so close, he just needed that extra little push. He shoved his hips forward, twisting them slightly to change the angle, and that was all it took. He bit down hard on Byron's shoulder, pressing himself against the vampire's chest as he shuddered his way through his own release.
He sped up his own ministrations, twisting his wrist every other stroke. He felt a bit like he'd smoked on an empty stomach, but he couldn't just peel himself off and doze off. Not quite yet, anyway.