With the acrobat completely under his control, Bas was able to set the pace, his own gasps and moans starting to break through the veneer of domination. First, before anything else, he wanted to make Zephyrus reach the apex of this moment. He wanted to memorize the way he arched and threw his head back with each wave of pleasure. He wanted to show him that, yes, life took him away from moments like these but that what they had was special, was powerful and unyielding. He was no actor, he couldn't show it in words, but like this...there was no need for words, only the rush of sensation flowing between them.

The pitch of Zephyrus voice and the reduction of his vocabulary to a few short words meant he was close. His hand stroked in doubletime to the pulse of his hips, feeling a tightening deep in his own core with each roll. At his lover's command, he quickened his thrusting, the added friction of the motion pushing him nearer and nearer to the edge. His chest began to tighten, and his gasps were peppered with an occasional soft wheeze from the exertion. He needed to get to the edge and soon.

Beneath his hand, Zephyrus reached the peak, and the glorious sounds the young man made did nothing but quicken his own pace. The tightness of his lover's climax hastened his approach to the end, accompanied by his now slick hand gripping the boy's hip to let let each push become harder and harder until he felt the release with a gasp of his own. Shockwaves coursed through his body, seemingly beneath his skin as his hips snapped forward with each one, the pace between each thrust slowing each time. He was breathless, almost too breathless as he noisily gasped for air, eyes closed half concentrating on the pleasure of coming down and the familiar, uncomfortable burn in his chest.

His grip on his lover's wrist moved to the desk support himself as he turned his head before a slightly rattling cough escaped against his bare shoulder. It felt like it took longer than usual for air to reach his lungs. Withdrawing his spent cock from his lover, he straightened slightly to cough again into the crook of his seed-covered arm. Without even opening his eyes, he could feel his lover's concerned eyes on him, the moment of bliss stifled.

Trying to shake his head preemptively to dissuade his lover's concern, another cough escaped him and he gasped in enough air to finally verbalize, "It's fine..." His chest seemed to level out a bit, burning less now that air was finally admitted passage to his lungs, and he breathed deeply in relief through his nose once or twice before flashing a tired grin to his lover, leaning over him again to hover closely to his lips.

"The things you do to me, Zephyrus..." he rasped, not putting quite enough air through to reach his usual timbre. It would come back, as it always did after these episodes. Once he could smoke his herbal remedy, it would all be back to normal. He was convinced of this. As a distraction, he tenderly kissed along his lover's neck, savoring the salt taste of his sweat. Their mess grew slippery between their stomachs, but he did not care. There was water in the room that had been drawn the night before for an inevitable bath, and there was enough for the both of them. His nosed traced a line along the young man's cheekbones to press a sweet kiss to his lips before meeting his eyes.

He wanted to find something to say, he truly did, but all he could do was lean down again for another kiss. It said it all.