Despite the amazing vision before him, and vestigial feelings from his dream, it was actually the sounds that made his cock throb. Alec’s rapid, high pitched moans were almost like music. It was the sort of moan that meant somebody was doing something very, veryright. The sound was wanton. Mindless, even. Like Nick could call security and the entire hotel and bring them out to the garden, and Alec wouldn’t notice or care. Drew added his own accompaniment with much lower, softer sounds of hunger. The two of them together painted the perfect aural picture of satisfaction. A satisfaction that was currently being denied to Nick. And that denial made him crave it all the more.