J-S couldn't remember ever feeling like this, his body was buzzing with anticipation for every movement Oliver made. As his hand closed around J-S's cock, he moaned lowly into the kiss, tightening his own body around Oliver's. He felt light headed, practically, though he wasn't about to complain.
Until recently, he'd never understood the difference between fucking and making love, though now he was pretty sure this was closer to the latter. And as much as he loved the former, he could get used to this.
Bearing down around Oliver, he felt himself getting close, trembling every time his hand moved over the tip of his cock, or nudged that sweet spot inside him.