Michael doesn’t wait a second longer. Arm still wrapped tightly around James’ waist, he pulls out and rolls them over, pushing James onto his knees. James groans, barely getting his balance before Michael pushes into him again, his thrusts quickening needily.
“Michael,” James cries out, sinking his teeth into the pillow to keep himself from screaming out as Michael drives into him, deeper than before, every movement carnal and needy. His fingers claw at the bedsheets, helpless to do anything but brace himself against Michael’s thrusts as the pleasure comes in bursts, making his hips jerk and spasm against his will.