And it was tempting too. John seemed to match Zack’s movements before he made them. His moans reverberated in the air like a plucked cello string. It was beautiful and sonorous, and Zack swore he could feel it vibrating against his flesh, spurring him on. John’s body was a sensual dichotomy: so yielding as Zack thrust, but hard beneath his exploring hands.

Zack fisted John’s cock, and the volume of John’s moans soared. Zack’s dick throbbed. “Jesus,” he muttered, “I’d almost forgotten how vocal you can be.”

John didn’t respond. He didn’t seem to be capable of it. A second later he tensed up, clearly about to orgasm. Zack pumped him faster and shifted his hips until he found an angle that made John’s moans turn into pleasured sobs.

Zack didn’t usually come at the same time as his partner, but watching John grow taut like a drawn bowstring was too much for him to resist. Pleasure uncoiled in his belly just as John gave one final shout and spilled all over Zack’s hand. John’s muscles contracted as he came, clenching around Zack.

Zack pushed himself deeply into John’s body and orgasmed hard. The experience was so intense, he thought he might have blacked out for a second. His whole being seemed to dissolve into all-encompassing sensation.

When he finally came down, he was drenched in sweat and breathing hard. John had collapsed. His face was nestled in the crook of his arm, and his back was heaving. Zack carefully pulled out of him, discarded the condom, and maneuvered until he was lying next to John. Eventually, when John’s breathing had returned to normal, he rolled over to face Zack.

“God, you were perfect.” John wiped sweat from his brow. “I always enjoy bottoming, but that was something else.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Zack said. He leaned in for a kiss.

John obliged, but it was more of an exhausted, openmouthed smear than anything else. He let his head fall back against the squishy armrest. His eyelids fluttered closed. It seemed he was going to fall asleep, but then he spoke without opening his eyes: “We should talk.” His voice was gravelly, like he was too fucked out to speak properly.

“We should,” Zack agreed. “Or we could forget our troubles and just have spectacular sex.”

“I believe that’s what got us into this mess.” John sighed and snuggled closer, snaking an arm around Zack. He slid his fingers through Zack’s hair, and Zack lost the ability to form sentences. Instead he made a contented humming noise and stretched.

“It’s funny you like dogs so much,” John said, his eyes still closed. “You’re a lot like a cat.”

“How do you figure?”