A low, desperate groan tears itself from his throat. The press of Hythlodaeus' body against his own, that hint of control his friend asserts - it sends his heart racing a malm a minute. He digs his fingers into the other man's skin and shifts.

"Don't tell me you never imagined it," he says huskily. "Watching my rigid self-control unravel, me gasping out your name with each - nudge - of your - hips."

The last words emphasised breathlessly against Hythlodaeus' each as he rocks suggestively.