Kim choked. Will said, “What? It’s exactly like. I can make you move just how I—”

“Jesus!” Kim yelped, as Will hit the sweet spot. “Bastard!”

“Give it up,” Will whispered. “All of it. I want you desperate.”

“I—need—this.” Kim was jerking the words out. “And I gave it up to you—a long time ago.”

Will had an arm round his waist, holding him close. Kim’s body was hot and yielding, and Will’s skin felt a size too tight. “Christ. I want to see your face. How you look when I do this.”

“How do I look?”

Will could have said something harsh or vulgar then; Kim enjoyed that. What came out of his mouth was, “Beautiful.”

There was a tiny, endless silence, then Kim said, “Floor,” which was reasonable, since the table was more expensive than sturdy. Will hauled him up and around, and kissed him hard enough to bruise. Kim pulled him down so they crashed to the rug, kissing wildly, limbs everywhere, Kim wrapping himself around Will with octopus urgency. Cock to cock, mouth to mouth, heart to heart. The need and longing pulsed through him, dizzying.

Kim’s hand slid over his arse and squeezed. Will knelt up over him. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me. Watch me. Make me beautiful.”

Will’s chest closed like a fist. He pushed himself up in silence, reached for the oil to slick himself again, took the weight of Kim’s long legs over his shoulders. Watched his face as he waited; watched as he pushed in, as Kim’s lean torso arched and flexed, and that pain-pleasure expression of willing sacrifice transfigured his features.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “Perfect. When you give yourself up to me.”

“All yours. Every bit.”

Will got his hands to Kim’s shoulders, pushing them down onto the floor, using his weight. Kim curved under him, legs tightening around his neck, and they moved together in a silence broken only by gasps and murmurs and the slap of flesh, until Kim’s spasms sent Will over the edge, and he gave himself up to the brief, blinding pleasure of climax, driving into Kim’s body like he could drive away the world.

They collapsed in a sweaty heap of limbs, untangling just enough to avoid spraining anything. Kim’s legs wrapped around Will’s, preventing him moving further. Will inhaled his smell, face buried in his shoulder, and held on, until Kim let out a very long breath.

“Ah, Will. Will. Don’t let go.”

“Not planning to.”

“Good Lord, what you do to me. You have no idea what you’re missing.”

“About that,” Will said. “Could I have a go some time?”

“Really?” Kim craned his neck to look at him. “I didn’t think that was your cup of tea.”