He finally slackens his jaw, pulls back to see the deep, red marks his teeth have dug into Joshua's skin. Alecto growls at the sight as well as the feeling of Joshua's hole clenching tight around him when he finally orgasms. All of his senses feel like they've caught fire, searing through him in waves of intensity, burning every rational thought away.

"Beautiful," he breathes, almost savagely as he thrusts particularly hard, shoving Joshua forward onto the furs beneath him, wet now with sweat and semen, smearing in equal measure against his husband's bare chest. The sight of it - the smell of it all too - makes Alecto moan raw like an animal. "You're so beautiful, my darling, all mine." Although his words are rough, his voice is consistently smooth like flowing water, a gentle melody.

His pace suddenly increases as he wraps his arms around Joshua, one hand clawing up around his throat, and pulls him upright in a surprising burst of strength, so that Joshua's back is pressed against his chest. With the help of gravity, Alecto continues to frantically fuck into his husband, his mate, relishing in this new, deeper angle, until finally, finally he reaches that cresting wave in the pit of his belly and comes with a near howl. It's so intense, his vision practically whites out, his mind buzzing with nonsensical static.