He hates him more than he hates himself.
He just doesn't want his hands to stop roaming all over his body.
"I'm going to kill you, you know," he says stubbornly.
And yet his breath is coming in ragged pants – he's so close now.
"I know. Just not yet, okay?"
A stifled moan escapes from his throat, and he finally lets himself go.
Later on warm lips press against his shoulder as the other seeks his own completion.
Low groans echoing in his ear.
"I love you," the other man says drowsily.
They soon fall asleep in each other's arms.