Kersen

Every sound that poured from Kersen's lips only added to the moment, to knowing that he had managed, that he had pushed Kersen into the very state of mind he had hoped to achieve - or close enough. He trusted that Kersen could be more desperate yet; there was an edge missing to his pleas, an urgency that was still lacking. So Michael gradually picked up the force of his thrusts, trusting, from past experience, that it would provide Kersen with the last thing he needed. "How desperate are you?" he muttered roughly against his ear, driving into him again and again, merciless and loving all at once.