The words were so intoxicatingly fragile that Ezra had to play them over again in his head to understand.
"Ezra, don't stop. I - I need you. All of you."
He looked down at the man underneath him. He'd been so wrapped in their fiery passion he'd almost lost himself - as if on autopilot, mechanically slaking his thirst. But Oberyn's impassioned plea brought him back to reality, if only for long enough to dive back into madness.
He wasn't sure how to give 'all of him' to Oberyn - biologically speaking. But Oberyn had an idea.
Oberyn rose, something inside him shifting. A desire not just to receive, but to give - to see Ezra unravel beneath him the way he had moments ago. The realization sent a rush through him, his body moving before he could second-guess himself.