Henn was already having trouble keeping his hips still, tension pooling at the base of his spine, singing down his thighs, toes curling reflexively as he gave Soren's hair another tug, breath caught in the back of his throat, already rapid and thready.
The next moan was almost a whine, nails digging against the nape of the blonde's neck, just for a moment, dragging through his hair again a moment later, completely unable to keep still.