His head felt like it was spinning. Or like it was half spinning and then jerking back into place only to half spin again, over and over again. Part of Ariel wanted to beg Amadeus to stop - or at least stop the way he kept stroking Ariel through the orgasm. It was too much. There were sparks in front of his eyes - but he couldn't remember how to make words. Luckily, Amadeus thought to stop all on his own.
Ariel buried his face in his outstretched arms, biting his bottom lip hard until he drew blood. He was struggling to keep up with the pace, drained of his own energy. But he knew it wouldn't be a problem - he just hoped that, in the end, Amadeus finally found the real release he was looking for. All that pent up energy and frustration... He could feed it into Ariel and it would vanish into thin air.