Nathan didn’t know how long he could last, rocking ceaselessly while feeling the echo of everything Sasha was feeling, their combined sexual energy filling the room. But when Sasha started groping Nathan’s wings, trailing along them like he had trailed his fingers earlier, Nathan gasped.
“Fuck,” his head pressed into the pillow beneath him, “I want…I want to feed you the circuit. How do I do it?” He had always wondered what it would be like—this, right now, flipped as they were and able to share how they made each other feel.
“You…you know how. It’s instinct. Just…start slow, Nate…or you’ll make me pass out,” Sasha finished with a laugh.
The circuit—Nathan could feel how it flowed through them, the way the sexual energy swirled and was being transferred. So he believed Sasha’s words, believed he knew how to do this, and just…let the circuit open as slowly as he could.
Sasha gasped, moaned, thrust down harder. “Nathan.”