Gatlin gasped, as he always did, when Kai first took hold of him. His hands were always cold, but heated with the friction of the strokes, making Gatlin's cock swell with the need. He reached his good hand back to hook his hand on Kai's shoulder giving him leverage to pump his hips into Kai's hand.
He had trained himself to hold off climax until he lost control from the blood loss, and the pleasure rushed him, throwing him into unconsciousness as he spurted his seed against Kai's caresses. It was the ultimate high, and it beat any drug he had ever found. It was pure ecstasy, in that moment when the world seemed to explode, and then there was nothing but the soft blanket of peace.