Brushing his lips to Alan's, panting softly with a low, needy sound. Wanting more as he kept up that movement. Slow rolls of his hips, his breath catching in his lungs as he did. It left him aching, his cock twitching with the motion as a frissure ran up his spine.

"Everything fucking feels good," he muttered, staring down at Alan with eyes so dark, pupils blown wide with lust.