All that complaining, demanding, everything short of actual begging - Midnight has made it clear that he needs and wants more. Grey is getting to a point where he doesn't feel like he needs to resist those pleas.

There's lube, there's willing, loose flesh around him and nothing that actually requires him to keep the pace as slow and thoroughly careful as he's been insisting upon.

"Midnight," is all he practically purrs out before he pulls back and slams back inside, his pace picking up relentlessly. His head tilts back, rain beating down on his face as he squeezes his eyes close and lets out a hoarse sound as their hips come together with a resounding slap.