Time lost meaning. Sweat the only thing separating them. Grunts linking them, dominating the small room, urging them onward.
Noah cried out. Demetri thrust more, more, and more.
He grabbed at Demetri’s back, dug his nails into them, pulled him closer.
“Let me feel you come,” he said, his voice a soft whisper in the room.
“You first,” Demetri said.
“Not yet…please. Pump it inside me.”
Another powerful run of thrusts and then Demetri acquiesced, an exhalation of breath the first sign of his rushing climax. Noah slapped the man’s fuzzy ass, grabbed at the patch of hair at the small of his back, and that’s when Demetri cried out, his body frozen as a load of come shot out of him, once, twice, a few more spurts that drained the energy out of him, even as his smile widened. Like staring at
