He couldn't be entirely silent. Not with that stretching pleasure moving further into him. He whined, he whimpered, he moaned and cried out, all muffled by the pillow in his mouth. It felt beyond good and he felt like there was this prickling fire just under his skin.

Pressing up with his feet, he tried to get Isaac to move in further, to bury himself in against him so he could reach for him, so he could pull him down against him. He wanted to bite and kiss at that mouth. He needed to see those eyes blown wide in pleasure.

Yes, whatever this was, there'd be more of it.