The sound of slick smacking was impossible to ignore.

Amid a flurry of his lover's relentless thrusts, Benard pushed himself unto his elbows, trying to lift his torso but his attempt wasn't successful.

Because Lucas chose that very moment to balance his torso's weight on his elbows, his thrusts picking up pace a bit.

Benard's shoulders repeatedly lurched forward, elbows drawn back instinctively and his palms lying flat.

His unsplayed fingers faced forward and his head—which was tilted towards the left— repeatedly bobbed in sync with his shoulders.

His splayed ankles were bent and the fronts of his feet dipped into the bed.

"Hnnh~ Ngh... Hngh~ ...aah ...aagh... Ngh~ Hngh~...