Alecto's toes curl as he starts to pant in time with the way Joshua is pumping his fingers and tongue in and out of him, the sound of it so damp and dirty. "Please," he whispers, as quietly as he can manage, unsure at all what exactly he's begging for, and when he feels his husband pull his damp folds apart even more, Alecto slaps his own hand over his mouth to muffle the sharp, keening sound of his gasps.

It doesn't take much longer, between Joshua's fervent, determined motions - eating Alecto out like his life depended on it - and the way Alecto is rubbing his own swollen clit with quick desperation: he comes, squirting, within minutes, making an absolute mess of his husband's hair and face. His whole body shakes uncontrollably from the force of it, his eyes flying open at the rush he feels during and after as he moans brokenly into his own palm, already damp with his own saliva.