Where they came from, it wasn't at all odd to link your orgasm to your partner's. Naturally, this was a blessing when in the heat of the moment. As Ty climaxed, Kyle felt the sudden rush of pleasure exploding through every inch of his body, and. . . well, hell. He was just as loud as Ty, and he didn't have a hand on his throat, so at least one of them got to let off a good shriek and show Soren exactly what they meant when they said it'd sound like someone was being murdered.
As the strength left him, he flopped down on top of his not-twin, panting. "Th-that w. . . that was. . . heh. . . heh. . . foreplay's for sissies." In all honestly, he rather loved the slow build-up, but. . . it just wasn't for him and Ty. It was far too casual, too spur-of-the-moment to really have much of a beginning. But the end. . . well, the end always made up for it. It left him weak, ready to relinquish himself to the hungry incubus. Just one more perfect moment to end the flames between them. So, with a purr and a grin a mile wide, he pressed his lips softly against Ty's.