"You talk too fucking much - don't stop," Adonis groans, biting down on his bottom lip to stifle a moaning whimper.

He inhales sharply when Nik slams into him, gripping the bedding tightly between his fingers. "Nnngh - fuck, Nik," he can feel that tingle start at the base of his spine as he gets closer to that edge.

"More - please, fuck."

Was that a please that just came out of his mouth? Fuck. He's never really begged for anything.