Entangled together like two interlaced twines, Rook holds Ulysse in a tight hold, his fingers digging into the man's back as his arms provide support for Ulysse to rock up and down on his lap. It's not a whole lot of friction but it's... intense, it's intimate in a way that sex has never been before. It seems that the end result lose their meaning more and more as they just come together in a ebb and flow that could be associated to the undulating of waves, ceaseless and unaffected by outside influences. The sea will make love to the rocks at the shore as it pleases.

Kissing becomes less important as well, as long as they can share the same breath, their mouths brushing against one another, gasping for air, lips wet with breathed mist and sweat and saliva, linger on skin.

It feels almost like madness. Rook can't quite make heads or tails of his own thoughts, but he knows they're all circling around the man who he has in the circle of his arms, rocking on top of him. Would, if he could, continue this forever, the pleasure and strange, new feeling of belonging that wraps around him like a glove.

One of Rook's hands slips down to Ulysse's ass, into his crack and traces his fingers along the stretched rim of his hole while it clings to his dick. It makes him tremble and groan against Ulysse's mouth, the dual sensation of it maddening.