The sharp demand of lust slammed into Anael's at the sudden swell of sensations, and he did nothing to fight it, giving in to it and kissing Jack back in kind, fingers scratching his scalp as they carded through his hair. With the right tilt of his hips, each thrust hit his prostate just right, shocking a sound out of Anael, and into the kiss he seemed unable to surrender.

He only needed to breathe if he wanted to keep making those sounds, after all.