Shoulders trembling slightly, Danny struggled to keep himself upright as he pulled himself off. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, but Danny didn't mind. Sometimes pain was good. Sometimes you needed it to hurt.

He was painting, words well beyond his ability as he hunched forward, slackjawed and jerking off furiously. When he came the pleasure was blinding, his eyes rolling back hard as he crumpled against the bed, arse still high in the air and Jack's cock still deep inside him.