Elis dug between their bodies and laced his fingers with Latham’s.
“f**k. Yes. Latham…” was all he managed to gasp between breaths. He f****d into the tight heat of their joined hands. It was messy and uncoordinated; their skin slick with sweat, each of them growing desperate, but it was bloody glorious. Elis called out an incoherent curse.
“With me, Elis.”
“Fuck.”
Elis fell. The noise bursting from him was that of an animal. Every muscle in his body locked as his c**k erupted, the relief so overwhelming it was close to painful. White light painted his vision, blinded by sheer pleasure. It didn’t stop. It rolled over and over him again and again like storm waves beating a cliff face repeatedly, wearing him down until he was nothing but a weak core ready to crumble at the slightest touc
