"Cheating to ask me to embarrass myself," he accuses in a close whisper. Bad form to get off first when you're on top. Men and women aren't that different. Maybe it's been — alright, definitely — too long since Daniel's had sex that hasn't been about just understanding an assignment and getting there.

He's close anyway. It's too good. He's been trying not to think of it climaxing because, as expected, the second it enters his mind he's right there on the edge and everything is cranked up past when the dial's supposed to stop, tense and desperate. Near breaking.

Just—

They can do this forever, again, then again; helpless, starving, lonely, enamored. And yet Daniel isn't ready for this right now to be over. Not yet. He holds Louis close, grinds into him slow and deep, winds tighter together in their minds. Another minute. Just another.