Their breath was visible in the night air, huffs of ecstasy illuminated by moonlight.
Sothe didn't know exactly what was going on, but his mind, fogged by pleasure, didn't attempt to contemplate it overmuch. He was on the cold, hard ground, and on top of him was the older Assassin, straddling him comfortably. Their lips met again and Sothe let out a sound somewhere between a cry and a moan, as Volke's hand strayed downwards. He didn't have it in him to refuse Volke. Nervous as he was, never having been this intimate before, he was also excited.
"V-Volke..." His voice shook slightly, as though with ill-contained eagerness.
"Patience, boy."
Sothe didn't look down, but he didn't need to in order to know they had joined at last. Volke let out a grunt as he started moving his hips, and Sothe moaned as he felt himself being squeezed tightly. He pulled Volke down to capture his lips again as they continued to move.
"V-Volke... not... not so fast...!"
Volke didn't listen. Instead, he moved faster and faster, until-
"VOOOOLKE~!" He gripped the Assassin tightly as he felt his peak crash over him like a tidal wave and he released, arching his back instinctively. Panting heavily, Volke smirked down at him.
"How was it?"
"...Awesome..."