Once the clothes had been completely gracelessly kicked out of the way, Eric planted one foot on the bed to lift his hips up against Cole's as he pressed down, their bodies touching and their chests moving together in harmony for a moment, sharing panted breaths against each other's mouths before suddenly Cole was disappearing, kissing down Eric's chest and he let out a sound, soft and broken and when he suddenly was surrounded by wet heat after having been teased, his back arched, hips pressed down against the bed and his hand went up to twist in the black curls that sat atop his head, turning his face again and hiding it in his arm to contain the small sounds that kept trying to escape him. He figured if they were muffled by his arm, they'd be less embarrassing.
His other hand brushed over Cole's head before it fell to twist in the sheets, grip turning his knuckles white, stomach muscles trembling a little with the effort it took not to let his hips move upwards with the tempting movements of Cole's mouth.
Holy fucking shit. He risked a look down at Cole and groaned louder than he had before, pressing his face against his upper arm again in the hopes that it would stop him from embarrassing himself any further.