It's hard to keep a rhythm with the way Arthur moves against him, the bite of his teeth, all of it left him feeling as if his entire body is throbbing with the need to come.

And then he feels Arthur's own release.

The heat of come on his hand. The pulsing of his lover's hole around his cock. He whimpers, the sound wicked and rough and needy as he rocks up into Arthur once, twice, the third time he gives a strangled cry as he comes. It's almost enough to leave the edge of his vision hazy with the force of it as his cock jerks within Arthur.