[ he feels the burst of heat that comes as a result of sunday creaming his pants and then continuing to rut against him, the slick seeping through the fabric and beginning to stain his own. not that it really matters, as he's only a few erratic thrusts away from joining him. he moans, searching for his lips to muffle the sound, as he slows his movements and just rubs himself very pointedly against him. ] How, how's that, birdie... [ he withdraws his fingers and trails them up his back, tipping his head back to kiss his forehead. ]