Sweat slick his palms skid off of David's wrists to curl in his hands, fingers clenching at every drop and it makes him twitch, how hard, how hot, how intense this has all become and he can barely breathe past the steady stream of broken moaning, circular, cracked syllables of David's name as he leans back and tilts his hips just enough to get his cock grazing right along his prostate and-

His body locks up, his head rolls back and he shudders, spurting hot and thick on David's abdomen, coming untouched.