“Nicu…” Dustin tried again. The words wanted to come, wanted to pour out of his throat and make Nicolae understand, make him know what it meant to be there and how it felt to have Nicolae inside him, but they refused to form. Around the erotic slide and the sense of fullness, the way Dustin’s cock slipped between their bellies and his balls tickled over Nicolae’s coarse curls, verbiage had become an unattainable gesture.
“I know,” Nicolae said against Dustin’s lips. “Now stop thinking.”