Richard's body tensed, whipcord tight, and moved with heightened urgency. His eyes didn't stray from the green ones - while, for one thing in his life, he would yield, on the 'which one will let go first' - he wasn't going to lose the battle of losing himself in his own pleasure, rather than giving all he had, as well as receiving.

When he came, it was with a low cry that he bit his lip over, then, with the next thrust, he let go, Alec's name tumbling out as he painted the chest of the man under him in pale, hot lines.