"Was your mouth getting jealous?" Eric asked, voice that same low, rough purr that scraped over his vocal chords in the same way words did after he'd been singing for hours, words hitching as Cole's face pressed against his neck, hips arching and moving in time with the thrusts, each one hitting home like Cole was trying to come a part of Eric, like if he just moved close enough, fast enough, far enough, they'd become one body, one being.
He dropped to the bed, one hand and his head, turning it to the side slightly to give Cole more to hide his face in, to breathe heavily against and each puff of warm air sent a sensation through him that caused him to groan. His other hand slid down, grabbing tightly at Cole's hip, blunted nails digging in and calloused fingers tight against Cole.
Each touch, each movement was sending Eric higher. If this were a song, it'd be reaching it's crescendo and he was close - for the second time - and he knew that he was close - again. He groaned, low and broken, utterly taken apart and it was all Cole's doing. He could feel the tension starting to build in his body again and as soon as the angle had changed, Eric knew he couldn't last, couldn't hold out any longer.
It took a few more of those angled thrusts before Eric was feeling himself falling again, dragging Cole's head up for a kiss with a grip on the blond's hair that was probably just this side of too rough, the kiss itself bruising in its passion and desperation, body shuddering, contracting and spasming, shuddering as Eric's orgasm ripped through him again, more intense than he'd ever experienced. Perhaps it was because, at the end of it all, this? This was Cole.