“Fuck, you feel good.”
Arvid nodded, unable to reply. He pushed against Espen. The heat inside him was consuming, tingles danced in his mind as Espen thrust. Time and time again, he slid over the spot that had explosions go off behind his eyes.
A large hand gripped his hip only to slide forward and curl around his cock. When teeth nipped at the crook of his neck, he didn’t tense. If Espen wanted to bite, Arvid would allow him to as long as he didn’t stop the maddening thrusts.
“Faster.” Arvid needed—needed to come, needed to be held, needed to belong. “Please.”
Espen growled, his hips lunging and his grip tightening on Arvid’s cock. When teeth clamped around the meaty part of his shoulder, the world stopped. Arvid was floating. Wave after wave of pleasuring heat washed over him. His muscles contracting, his soul soaring.
Espen growled in his ear, his hand rough on his hip as he pushed into him one last time. The pulsating heat as his climax hit had Arvid moaning.