He could hear it, feel it, the ragged breathes pulled through his throat. Tao pressed his lips against his throat, he wouldn't take more. Not now, it wasn't fair. He groaned, it hummed through his lips against his skin, as he pressed closer. Into the touch, into his arms. He'd left his pants on, but his shirt was off and the skin to skin contact almost seared.
Tao let his head fall back at the pull of hair and wasn't sure when Wolfram had taken control. It was a bruising kiss, warm, wet and hard. Hissing out a breath at the feel of teeth. His hand moved from his face to his shoulders, over and around his back. Digging and pressing along his spine as he sucked at his tongue. He needed more, wanted more. Just once, to devour him, taste, everything, feel, every inch. Memorize the taste and feel of him under his hands, his mouth.
Hips rocked forward as his arm snaked around his waist. His tongue brushed over the roof of his mouth.