“Fuck yes,” John moaned. He was holding on to Zack’s hips for dear life, unable to do anything but lie there and be fucked. Zack concentrated on the snap of his hips, but the closer he got to orgasm, the more erratic his rhythm became.

He could feel it approaching like a storm, threatening him with raw intensity. He gave up on a rhythm and just pounded into John as hard as he could, prompting a chorus of, “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” John’s head lolled on his neck, but he kept his death grip on Zack.

Zack drew a shaky breath and skimmed his lips along John’s skin again, whispering against it, “I want you so badly. Even before I knew anything about you, I wanted you. I’m buried in your body right now, fucking you, and I still want you. I can’t get enough.”

“Zack, ah, please, I need—” John broke off, arching his back helplessly. Zack understood. He reached between them and fisted John’s erection. He couldn’t keep a steady rhythm, and God, he was too far gone to even think about technique, but he was able to give him a dozen quick, sloppy pumps.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked. John nodded mutely. A thin sheen of sweat had formed on his forehead. He looked equal parts tortured and ecstatic, suspended in the bittersweet seconds before orgasm. Zack wanted to watch him come first. It wouldn’t take much to push either of them over the edge. Zack knew exactly what to do.

Zack leaned down and bit his earlobe. He lowered his voice to the sensual rumble he’d used so many times before and said, “Come for me, John. Come for me and burn my name into your skin.”

John went rigid beneath him. His cock grew infinitesimally harder in Zack’s hand, spattering hot fluid on his stomach. It was the sound John made, however, that caused Zack’s pleasure centers to overload. John howled as he came. The sound rebounded throughout Zack’s body before it buried itself between his legs, and then he was coming too. He shoved deeply into John’s body just before the first wave hit and all his muscles tensed. He was paralyzed by the intensity of it. It probably only lasted for a few seconds, but to him he orgasmed for a small eternity, locked inside John.

When he came back down, he became aware of his breathing first. His lungs had somehow continued to function while his brain was off-line. They were dragging air into him. Zack blinked, and the room came back into focus with startling clarity. He felt something solid underneath him, along with the uncomfortable chill of cold air on dried sweat. He looked down and saw John lying boneless, his limbs thrown out to the side.