"Then feel me. Feel my heat, my desire for you." His runs his hands up Athelstan's arms, cupping his wrists and holding him in place again. He holds his chest mere millimetres away from Athelstan's, his body radiating with heat. "Feel me inside you, flooding every part of you. Worshipping at the altar of your body, slaking my thirst at the spring of your passion."

The only part of them touching is their hands and Sin presses them together, flexing with the cadence of his words and the rolling rhythm of thrusts. "Share with me your need, your joy. Cry your desires to the stars and let us fall together in passion."