Nicholas' presence above him, the sound of his breath and the look in his eyes as he pinned Walter down onto the bed was almost as hot as anything else. He gladly tried to accommodate his legs around Nicholas' hips and found that when he did the angle improved and the feeling got impossibly better. He bit his lip to keep from being heard out in the hallway. He wanted to do what he could to make it better, better than even this, to pursue every good feeling, corner it, and completely use it into exhaustion but the problem was absolutely everything felt so amazing. He was to come already, he knew it, but there was nothing he could do about it.