Each thrust was punctuated with a short cry. Su-jin's voice pitched up and went breathless with every little 'ah.' Every move felt like it pushed the air out of his lungs as Silvio just kept going (which was exactly what he craved).

But the sudden change in position made his eyes fly wide and he found his hands scrabbling for purchase on Silvio's shoulders. His eyes were lust-dark and glazed, lips parted as he gasped for sips of air. This time, an extended groan rattled out of his chest. Su-jin's fingers dug into Silvio's strong shoulders to keep himself upright and he tried, clumsily at first, to follow Silvio's pace.

He clearly still needed a minute to come down and regain some measure of focus. But he was trying, flexing those strong thighs to lift himself up and drop back down. He finally found his rhythm and felt confident in reaching for one of Silvio's hands at his hips. He pressed it flat, low against his belly and moved with intent.

"I feel you here," he breathed out.