“Michael…” James cries quietly, tightening his grip, his eyes squeezed shut. Every time Michael presses into him his body trembles slightly, the pleasure making his head spin, his breath ragged. His own arousal leaks slightly across both their stomachs, painfully neglected because he wants this to last, he doesn’t want to feel empty again.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Michael breathes into his ear, keeping his steady rhythm but driving into James just a little harder, a little deeper. James moans loudly, fingernails digging into Michael’s back. “You have no fucking clue how sexy you are to me.”
“God, Michael,” James gushes, licking his dry lips and pressing them against Michael’s shoulder. His words are almost lost against his flesh, breathed against his skin. “I’ve never needed anyone like this. Never.”
“Me neither, baby,” Michael groans, picking up the pace a little. James’ legs tighten around Michael’s waist, following the pattern of his thrusts and forcing Michael impossibly deeper inside of him. The pleasure burns through his body, heat pooling in his groin and biting at his mind. James starts to see stars, pressing back desperately against Michael’s deep movements.