Quicksand

Jamal cupped Xaloc's cheek softly. He let his fingers slip along the side of Xaloc's neck and caressed the smooth hair at the nape of Xaloc's neck before bending over to litter teasing mark across his nape, each one made Xaloc arch back, as he struggled to increase the pace, however, Jamal was insistent on moving slowly.

He moved along the side of his neck, kissed along his collarbone and down the centre of his chest, making sure to lavish each pert nipple with plenty of attention. Xaloc moaned and laboured breathing filled the room.

"Slowly." Jamal smiled, Jamal watched as tears soon filled the black eyes as Xaloc let out another loud moan.

Xaloc breathed out. "I need you in me now." His face was red and his voice was inaudible. He did not plead, as his body trembled and shivered. 

He was a proud man and what Jamal loved was seeing Xaloc unable to hold on anymore. He wanted the other to beg for release.