I piston into him, slowly at first, alternating deep thrusts with shallow ones, hearing his groans in my ear as I watch our reflection in the tarnished depths of the mirror. It’s like we’re one body joined as we grunt and heave together. I watch his arms and legs band around me and the blind joy in my expression.

I’m broader than him and I look almost protective as I hover over him, forcing my cock into him. My tanned skin shines in the low light, darker against the olive tones of his. His dark hair gleams in the light as he throws his head back and moans long and low. His mouth is open and his eyes clenched shut. I stare again at that reflection as my hips sling back and forth. We look beautiful together, I have time to think.

Then the pleasure seizes me in its grip like the storm overhead, and I start to thrust deep and hard, grunting each time I bottom out. He cries out, lowering his hand to grab his cock as he writhes under me, the thunder crashing overhead. I can feel the spray of the rain from the open balcony doors cold on my hot skin and the ticklish sensation as the gauzy curtains blow over our bodies.

Then the lightning flashes, lighting the room, and he screams and arches up. I lower my head to watch come shoot from his cock, jerking in creamy spasms over the taut skin of his abdomen and chest. My balls draw up, and I gasp before feeling the come shoot out of me hot inside the condom as I batter into him, riding out the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt, inside the tight clench of his body.

I don’t know where I go, but when I come to properly we’re lying on the bed, our bodies still wet and the sheets damp beneath us. The storm has moved away, and there’s just the gentle patter of the rain on the balcony outside. I look down and smile at Jesse. He’s curled into my side, his head resting on my chest and his arm and leg flung over me almost as if he doesn’t want to let go. The thought warms my chest.

His eyes are closed, showing off how ridiculously long his lashes are. Like black feathers. As I watch him, his eyes open and I find myself speared by the chocolate-coloured depths. For a long second, we study each other. All the fire he greeted me with has gone now and in its place is what seems to be confusion.