The answering noises to Kit's renewed movements were just as obscene, and he couldnt quite decide on how his head should be. Back or forward. He wanted to stretch his head back but the very sight of the older vampire was driving him forward. The hand on his face held on to him, almost as if he were afraid of letting go, and the hand on his stomach pressed down, changing the angle just slightly. His thrusts were uncontrolled, his noises, even the way he whispered Kit's name. It was gone.
Finally, he felt the tightening in his belly and knew it would be less than seconds, his hand going into the other mans hair. He wasnt sure if he wanted to pull him off or push him all the way down.