There was something about being that close to Adonis that made Icarus' whole body feel like it was on fire. Was it power? Was Adonis doing something to him? He couldn't tell and he couldn't care, because he felt like he was entirely made up of need, and only these two could sate it. Could help him.
There was a frantic moment between the perfection of Adonis' fingers almost sating that need and College's body finding his that he thought he'd done something wrong, messed this up somehow, but then College was taking his hips and was inside of him and oh, oh, oh! That was the only thing that he'd needed ever.
And Icarus knew there was something he should be doing for Adonis. Some way his body should be moving that would make this as good for both of them. He was between his legs - if he could just make himself move enough that he could be inside of him. Inside. Of Adonis? His brain couldn't even wrap around the possibility of that, of that sort of perfection, and that couldn't be what he wanted, could it? His mouth found Adonis' throat instead, kissed softly - reverently hungry - and it didn't matter anyway, because College had his hips, and College was in control of the way he moved, and Icarus loved every fucking second of it.