He hadn't thought he could lose the ability to breathe but there it was. Gasping, shuddering as his hips bucked, shoving himself against Alan's grip. "God yes," he moaned, his voice low and needful as he worked himself between Alan and his hand.

It doesn't take long though before he finds himself losing any semblance of rhythm or control. The sound he makes is rough, bit back as quickly as he can. Feeling himself tighten around the slick length within him as he came over Alan's hand.