"Mike," I groan, my hips starting to twitch, thrusting shallowly at first into the heat of his mouth, then with a little more purpose when I find that I can't really hold back anymore. I can't fucking breathe, and after a while, I realize how much noise I'm making, but it doesn't really matter, anyway. The sad fact is, there aren't any girls to wake up, and I really don't give a damn about the neighbors.

It feels so fucking good, fucking perfect, but that's almost an afterthought. When I come, minutes or fucking hours later, for all I know, it's a jaggedly painful sort of thing, after over a year without.