Bobby had started off slow, steady, and loving, but it was quickly becoming a sweet torture. He needed more of him and he needed it desperately. Fingers dug into the soft skin of his thigh hard enough that it would likely leave his fingerprints marking him the next day. The neck kisses were driving him wild. He tried not to get ahead of himself, he wanted to make it last for Sean, but with every thrust he was pushing a little harder, each movement punctuated with a soft gasp or moan of pleasure. He turned his head just enough to catch Sean's lips with his own.