It was the perfect duet. With Quatre pumping his cock his clawed into the sheets and held on for dear life. The room was filled with his loud cries as he gasped and panted - it was a good thing they had the floor to themselves so they wouldn't be worrying the neighbors. Maraich leaned over Quatre and buried his cheek in the sheets as he crumpled them up and squeezed them in his hands, ass in the air being thoroughly plowed. He felt ready to burst. His whole body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat from the exertion, and he sat painstakingly on the edge of climax for what seemed like an eternity to him.

When he finally came he screamed, but it was muffled as he pressed his face into the sheets. Spurts of come squirted onto Quatre, and his ass clamped down on Bancoran, muscles trembling.