His breathing settled, though his heart still raced. Lorcan felt his body relax, adjust to the feeling of Sirius length inside him and the slow and steady rhythm of his hips.
Lorcan's moans were stifled in a kiss and he squeezed tightly the nape of Sirius's neck, holding him close to him and inhaling deeply the heady scent of his skin, tantalizing all his senses.
He felt the angle change, hips angling to meet and strike and set his senses afire. He muttered. His words half spoken and thoughts unclear. He was lost in the overwhelming power of white hot sensation. His hips rose to meet Sirius's, flush and matching his pace. His hand left Sirius's hip, moving to stroke his length, which ached for attention.