He was holding back, trying to move with him. It was exquisite, the heat, the pain, which became less sharp, more friction. He felt the purr, the rumble of it through him and it tugged hard on him as if he'd physically touched him. Head flung back, digging into the mattress as he came, hips jerking, torn between moving with Riley's thrusts and thrusting up to find some sort of touch.
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