Partridge grinned and it felt good to do so, Preston looked at that smile and it felt like a bolt to his chest, the Prozium was wearing off and the slightest sensation hit him like a vicious wave.
Partridge was pressed close to the other Cleric, his bare hands sliding all over Preston's body, even over his clothes the feeling was overwhelming.
Preston was breathless, flushed, his chest ached from his heart beating so quickly, every beat sent a violent pulse of heat all through him, he was sweating, gasping at every touch.
"I'm feeling, John."
Partridge sounded amused, his fingers gently tugging at the button's of Preston's coat.
"Will you burn me?"
Preston couldn't speak, he swallowed and tried to respond, only for Partridge's hand to push it's way into his clothes, the shock of warm fingers on his skin made him gasp deeply, his head reeling, his heart thumping madly with pleasure.
"Could you burn me, I wonder?"
Partridge smiled again and pressed his lips to Preston's neck, the other Cleric moaned loudly, shuddering with heat, his hands finally moved from the wall behind him, reaching up and grasping around Partridge's shoulders, pulling him closer with a deep groan.
Partridge nudged a thigh between Preston's thighs, the younger cleric almost stopped breathing, his head dropping forward onto Partridge's shoulder, eyes closed, softly groaning, hips moving instinctively.
"Could you turn yourself in?"
Partridge's voice was barely even a whisper now, his lips brushed at Preston's ear and he felt the Cleric shivering, he bought his hand down, roughly tugging at Preston's trousers and pushing his hand inside.
At the touch, Preston froze, his eyes wide, mouth open in breathless gasps, he shuddered and came, a broken sound escaping his throat before he dropped forward onto Partridge's shoulder again.
There wasn't a sound.
Preston let out a long, shaky breath and lifted his head, meeting Partridge's eyes, seeing the feeling within them, feeling the same within himself.
He felt drained and overwhelmed at once, his breath hitched, and his eyes stung with tears, he wasn't sure what caused them, but he couldn't stop them.
Partridge stepped back and turned away, leaving Preston to gather his composure.
"If I burn, you burn, John."