And then slowly, not slowly enough, much too fast, the pressure is building up again, and he gasps, hiding his face in the nook of Glitch's neck and shoulder.

Too much too good too hot and too tight and he thinks he's about to explode and Glitch's name turns into a sob, a plea for more and not more, for everything at once, and he's coming to pieces.

He starts shaking, his hips moving erratically and not really able to at this angle, with Glitch's weight on him and keeping him there and unable to escape.

Liquid heat rushes down his spine to pool in his lower belly, then surges out through his cock and he can hear himself hollering nothing at all, gibberish, because the pleasure is too much, everything tightens and there's no release of tension--