The continuous, wet, slick sounds from below made Lucien's heart hammer against his ribs. The rhythm between their legs accelerated. Zephyr's grip on Lucien's hand tightened, forcing him to keep pace as the friction built into something unbearable.
Lucien was already sensitive from his earlier climax. Soon, he arched his back, his toes curling inside his shoes as another wave of release tore through him. He even accidentally bit down on the fingers tangled with his tongue, a hoarse cry ripping from his throat as his entire frame shuddered violently in Zephyr's arms.
Zephyr hissed at the pain around his fingers, his jaw tightening as he finally withdrew them. But he didn't stop his movements. Lucien's voice broke, a strangled plea dissolving into a sob of pure sensation.
"Zephyr—"
Zephyr leaned in to lightly bite his lips, muttering hoarsely between breaths.
"Just a little more."
