Krypton couldn't have stopped his hips from thrusting against Kade's if he tried, and he wasn't even bothering to try. The feedback was pushing him higher and higher, the heated friction stringing out the sensations as Kade's energy merged with his own and intensified. Krypton's circuits were nearly solid purple now, mute evidence of desire. Needing to be rid of constricting fabric, he wrestled his jacket off and tossed it aside. Where it went, he neither knew nor cared.

Letting Kade guide him, Krypton's mouth inched up Kade's chest circuit, enjoying every muffled cry and moan he was evoking as he went. His own breathing was faster, interspersed with the occasional gasp whenever the sensations building between them made him conscious of nothing else.

Then Krypton leaned down and latched his mouth firmly onto one of the circular nodes at Kade's shoulders.