Michael hesitates, but nods and picks up his rhythm, still looking James in the eye as he slams into him. James cries out in pleasure, hips bucking up, thighs clenching around Michael’s sides. He knows Michael’s on the edge too, his thrusts getting erratic and desperate. He wants them to come together, like lovers; it’s all he needs tonight.
“Come with me,” he gasps again, clenching around Michael because he can’t take it anymore. He cries out again, orgasm ripping through him and sending Michael over the edge with a growl, James’ name tumbling from his lips as he comes inside of him, coating his insides. James trembles, body going limp on the mattress, arms hanging loosely from Michael’s neck. Michael collapses on top of him, arms giving way into a messy embrace. They lay there panting and gasping, chests heaving, in silence. For the first time since they started this, there’s no need for words.
“I love you,” Michael says eventually, because there’s nothing else appropriate he can say to break the silence.
“That’s not fair,” James breathes, opening his eyes as Michael pulls gently out of him and shifts to lay beside him, still holding him as close as he can.