[Helix kisses back in kind, trying to keep up with the sloppy pace and when the other breaks he pants raggedly. His fingers twist into his hair, pressing their foreheads together in a sweaty, slippy sort of affection as he clings to him for dear life. He's moaning and gasping for breath, some cut short with the sharp thrusts as they jolt straight up and down his spine. Every well-placed jab against his prostate edges him more and more to a point of utter ecstasy.
When the other comes inside of him he clutches him tight, riding out the erratic struggle until he feels Aidan finish. Slowly but surely he comes down, body still molten hot and cock hard as ever. He tries to catch his breath, trembling and skin vibrating with arousal. He's flushed and so very, very close, but he's just glad they managed to get this far.
He kisses his lover's face, from his cheeks to his chin and nose. Then he kisses his lips with hunger, reminding him they weren't quite finished but he's so very, very proud and thankful.]