Pavel arched his back as Hikaru's body slid against his once more. He wrapped his long legs around the other's waist, pulling him closer, deeper. With each roll of Hikaru's hips, Pavel felt fuller, warmer. Right. Just right.
"Pavel," Hikaru lips were cool against his red-hot neck. "You feel so amazing."
He nodded, tilting his head back to meet Hikaru's lips. "Only for you."
Pavel smiled at Hikaru's low groan, feeling it rumble deep in the man's chest, bursting against his lips. "Tell me," he whispered, reaching down to hold tightly to Pavel's hip. "Tell me it's just me."
Hikaru moved faster above him and Pavel could feel the pressure building within. It seeped into every crevice of his body, swimming through his veins and clouding his thoughts, until all he could see/feel/think was them.
"You're all I want, Hikaru. No one else could make me feel this good. It's just so right with you."
His voice was cracking under that heavy feeling in his chest. It constricted Pavel's lungs and all he could do now was whimper Hikaru's name. His cries soon mixed with Hikaru's and that warmth that had been brewing inside of him burst. Their bodies moved on their own accord, sporadic and rhythmic and when they collapsed together, they were tired and warm, surrendering to their bliss.
Pavel whimpered softly as Hikaru moved to lie beside him, a feeling of emptiness taking over. It fleeted quickly, however, when the older man pulled him to his chest, their warm, sticky bodies pressed close once more. His head found Hikaru's shoulder and those strong hands that steered the entire ship traversed his shoulders gently.
It was so right.