As he was able to slide back, Tobias taking his cock further yet, Eros' hand began to clench and it was only a quick thought that saved his poor scalp from being painfully pulled. Instead both hands shot to the duvet, nails cutting as he did his best not to thrust and gag his lover. "Psych- Tobias- Fuck." It had not been long enough for such a powerful reaction, but he couldn't feel anything other then ecstasy by the perfect movement of his mouth.
It was almost a blessing and a curse as Psyche moved, dragging that perfect mouth up his body. There was a bitter relief with the attention on his cock, but the trail of his tongue was encouraging. His stomach shuddered, his body arched, and his hands returned to his body; one again threaded into his hair as the other ran fingertips down and up along his arm and shoulder. The closer he came the more he tilted his head to once more take his lips, only to find he stopped and Eros' eyes looked at him confused. He nearly used the leverage of his hand to pull him up further until-
"Tobias." His head fell back and he bit at his bottom lip in pleasure, straining his hips to return the action. This feeling, their sex running together was almost divine. Slipping an arm to the mattress from Tobias' skin, it gave him the leverage to move a leg and flip them, allowing him to return the favor, grinding them together.