The pain didn't distract Michael from the moment, far from it; it only added to it, and he pumped fiercely into Kersen until he too, could follow over the edge and come with a choked, rough cry. He gradually slowed down, thrusts turning lazy and gentle, until he came to a halt, breathing hard and having definitely broken into a sweat. He pressed his face to the side of Kersen's, breathing against his skin.