Kaelith's body jerked forward, silk bunching around his waist, sweat clinging to his skin. Hale pressed his cock against Kaelith's ass, not inside, just the friction of skin against silk, desire against restraint. There was no need for words. Only rhythm. Only the frantic sound of skin on silk and breath catching in each other's mouths.
They moved in rhythm grinding softly, breath catching, limbs entangled. Kaelith turned his head slightly, mouth parted, eyes glazed. Hale kissed his jaw, his cheek, his neck, all while stroking him until Kaelith gasped, a sound torn from his throat as he spilled into Hale's hand.
Kaelith came first, stiffening, biting down on a moan that still escaped in a strangled gasp. It wasn't polite or princely. It was real.
Hale wasn't far behind. His hand gripped Kaelith's hip as he pressed forward one last time, his cock pulsing, spilling between them as he groaned into Kaelith's shoulder like a man undone.
