[ Technique, skill, whatever - none of it really mattered, especially not to Kirk. The heat from the elevator was returning, that all encompassing desire that pushed everything else from his head. He pushed up, bracing his hands against Wade's chest as he thrust faster and faster, his cries reaching a fever pitch until they suddenly culminated in a breathless shout.
He sank hard and deep onto Wade, head tossed back as he rode his orgasm, clenching rhythmically around Wade's cock. Damn, but this was the best orgasm of his life. It felt like it lasted forever, head swimming as he tried to keep himself up - after all, Wade needed to finish, and he would be lying if he didn't want to feel Wade cum inside of him again. ]