With the night drawing on for a long time, they both intertwined their bodies continuously and took on various positions.
But no matter how many times they went at it, neither was satisfied.
It was as if they were having five years' worth of sex. Exhilarating and then exhausting.
The room was filled with the musky and weird smell of their semen but something else topped that, it was the sweet scent that they both produced from their bodies, mixing very well together.
It was hot.
And then, Michael finally passed out in exhaustion.
The time was 4 in the morning.
Noah shoved his fingers through his hair and swiped them back, looking at the beautifully wrecked image of his lover.
Even when passed out, Michael was still somehow tempting him.
He wanted to keep going but he guessed that was enough.
He stared at Michael a bit more. Those dark and red lines under his eyes as if he had been crying for a while. Well, he had been crying.
Tears of pleasure, that is.
