More? How could he possibly give more? He was completely bare to Adonis and his actions, his hair was slathered in mud, his back slick with the stuff and stinging from the stones and hot, even, from his blood as it seeped through his shirt. He dug his fingers into Adonis' scalpe, scraping his teeth against his lips, the side of his mouth, his cheek, his neck, oh- it felt fantastic. Too much, and Collge threw back his head into the mud and blood to scream Adonis' name, loudly enough to unsettle a flock of birds.