"Say it again."
Myles practically screamed, arching his back into D's, bordering on climax but not quite there yet. D bit the outer rim of his ear, thrusting Myles hips up and down on his cock, the chair creaking under him. "Say it."
Myles felt his head begin to grow fuzzy. "Harder," he groaned, barely ale to make out the word.
"Again!"
"H-harder!"
D hissed, and was off the chair in a second, throwing Myles down on the bed but still managing to stay connected to him. At this angle, the thrusts got deeper more quickly.
Myles seemed to scream with every motion, so D lurched down, smacking his lips against his lovers as everything seemed to knot, faster, heavier, fuzzier—
Myles ripped away from his lips and scratched blood from D's back as they managed to both push each other into climax.