Heath had always thought that it would be nice, but novel, to want to fuck someone more than just a handfull of times. The few times he'd tried it had been disastrous, except with Gideon and Merton.
With them, it was amazing - they'd been at it long enough that they knew how to drag it out, how to make it more intense. And, in this case, Gideon knew just exactly what to do to drag him to the edge - just that twist of his hand, that darker, growled command in his voice. Heath's fingers in Gideon's hair pulled hard and his back arched up from the bed. "Fuck, yes. Almost."