Sirius held back while Gaius climaxed, keeping up the rhythm they had set while he drank in the pale stretch of his lover's throat and the way his mouth opened with his cries. To here his name in that pushed his arousal yet higher. When Gaius went limp beneath him, he began to let go himself.
"Oh yes," he gasped. "Already--" But fulfilling the request was inevitable, and further words beyond him.
"Gaius!" he cried as he crested the wave of pleasure. "Love you, love...." My summer, you are my summer, all the rich, contented time after the mad strife of spring.... He could never utter such a contrivance of imagery, but he held it in his eyes as he looked down at Gaius. Slowly, his breath settled. "I love you," he could say, and he did.