"Yes," he gasped against Nathaniel's mouth. He loved each deep kiss and the feeling of Nathaniel's hand in his hair. The loved the way the machine was relentless, fucking him harder and faster in contrast to the slow, deep kisses and teasing strokes. He was steadily losing his mind, but he couldn't stop.

The fast pace made his body work harder to keep up. His thighs burned from the effort to ride the thing harder. His breath came in short, sharp pants while he clutched at Nathaniel's shoulders to hold on. His cock was taking interest again, in spite of how recently he'd come. Mewling sounds welled up in his throat as he twisted in Nathaniel's hold.