Nothing was like this. Nothing.

Tim, stretched out beneath me, screaming like some cheap whore. The excitement and overwhelming sensations causing me to choke up and become silent. His eyes caught the light of the street every now and then and shimmered up at me delicately. I would never get enough of this creature.

His fingernails felt like knives as he pierced them into my shoulders, his face buried in the crook of my neck and his legs wrapped around me. If I had been able to make a sound, I know doubt would have rivaled Tim. He sounded like I was murdering him violently. So many times I had stopped mid-sex to try and quieten him but now, I wanted him to be hoarse tomorrow.

He would pause every so often and give me a tender glance, his hands un-clenching on my skin, his lips parting into an 'o'. He would sigh breathily as I stopped my movements and look at me for some sort of explanation. I would just look at him, cherishing his delicate beauty even while he lay panting and soaked in sweat.

I was the most resistible creature on the planet and yet Tim acted like I were some kind of drug that had presented him with withdrawal symptoms. His moans would caress my ear and send electric pulses through all my nerve endings.

"Ivo," he breathed into me, the feel of it, hot and sticky on my neck. "Oh god Ivo, I'm going to come," he sighed heavily.

I pulled out and he gasped, his eyes wide as I stood. He was confused. He needn't have worried. I would always take care of him. I held a hand out to him and he took it softly in his allowing me to pull him up. He resisted a little when I encouraged him to stand and he gave me a quizzical look.

It made me laugh when he could barely stand on his shaky legs.

"Ivo, what are you doing," he panted as I pulled him along with me, placing his two hands onto the expanse of wall in the hallway and nudging a hand between his legs to part them. He had suggested having sex in the hallway before and I had blushed, muttering that the neighbours might hear.

He looked at me in shock over his shoulder as I slowly pressed up against him again. He exclaimed loudly when I pressed back into him and he leaned back onto my shoulder, his knees giving out beneath him. Thankfully I was strong enough to hold him there because I didn't want him to end up with carpet burn if I hadn't been able to support us both.

"Ivo," he tried to hiss quietly. I laughed deeply.

"I want you to scream for me, it's what you want isn't it?"

He was looking at me like he was only seeing me for the first time, a sultry half glance behind himself. I kissed his cheek softly and he gave a gentle sigh.

"I want people to know what we're doing and for how long," I hissed. "How good it makes you feel, is it good Tim?"

He moaned in a way I hadn't heard before and I felt sparks go through me. For the next few minutes I pondered whether the police would turn up. The entire street had probably heard his cries of ecstasy.

"Tell me how it feels," I demanded, my hand clenched tightly at his hip. "Tell me, Tim."

"So good," he whimpered pathetically, rapidly losing all coherency. I loved watching him come apart like this knowing that the next morning he would wander about the flat in a kind of trance. He had a habit of humming to himself as he picked things up before setting them down again, lost in his own thoughts. I relished that I was the one to penetrate his mind as well as his body.

He could barely find any purchase with his clammy hands on the wall and instead brought them down behind himself to rest on my thighs. He continued to moan and pant, becoming increasingly louder as though he were putting on a show for me. The sound went straight through me like an electric current.

A minute later he gave a final scream and practically collapsed, I held onto him and joined him a second later. He lay panting on the floor and I stroked his leg soothingly as though he were an injured animal. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, trying to form words. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to tell me his name right now so I just shushed him and pulled him up, dragging him back to bed and under the covers where I snuggled up behind him.

He was shaking and I tried to warm him by running my hand over his chest. It took quite a while before I felt him drift off beside me.

Fucking hell did I love him.