Eric pressed his face against his arm, breathing out slowly, teeth digging into his lower lip as he tried to control his wild heartbeat and his body's reactions to just exactly what Cole was doing. He could feel pressure curling in his lower spine, the telltale signs that having not had sex for a really long time was starting to get the better of him. His eyes fluttered, squeezing shut as his fingers tightened in both his hair and the sheets, toes curling a little as his hips strained against Cole's hands and his own body's desperate attempts to keep himself in order and keep himself from completely losing it.
He purred Cole's name like a prayer and a dream, like the revelation of some kind of incredible feat of magic, like his whole world had narrowed down to nothing else but this moment and, it all but had. Eric's world always tended to focus down to nothing else when Cole was around, and now was no different. The only difference? There was silence in Eric's head, no music, nothing other than his own rampant thoughts and the sounds he couldn't seem to help himself from making.
"Cole, fu- sh- I'm-" He was close, so close, and it wasn't fair, because he hadn't had sex in so long and Cole... Cole was just taking him apart piece by piece and he wondered - hoped against hope - that Cole wouldn't judge him for falling to pieces so quickly. His whole body started trembling, the first sign that if Cole didn't stop, Eric would lose it. "'m just- gonna- you gotta-" the word 'stop' was in there somewhere, but only because Eric didn't want the party to be over before it had even started.