Krypton could feel Kade's body shaking under him, fingers tight in his hair, and smiled against Kade's shoulder even as the power thrumming between them made him feel breathless. "Kade," he murmured, the name coming out more like a moan. "Uhn . . . yeah, that's it, let go."

He ground down against Kade, every inch of him active and feeding back data to his overtaxed processor. Then Kade's hand slid under the thin black shirt he still wore, and Krypton arched against him with a cry that he muffled in Kade's neck. He was so close . . . it wouldn't take much to tip him over into overload, not with the heat and the energy exchange and the sheer feel of Kade under him.

Kade first. Krypton bent his head down to the shoulder node again, and scraped his teeth lightly over the bright violet circle.