Words are definitely not needed, and he isn't one to speak in these moments. They're usually quick moments, getting what it is he needs and getting out. Now there's nothing in him that wants to rush through any of it. Not to give up a single moment.
Though it's hard to hold still, and he realizes he doesn't want to. Doesn't want to act as if it's nothing to him. It's part of everything.
His fingers run through Alejandro's hair, twisting into the curls as the other hand strokes along his cheek, tracing the line to his temple.
Moaning, his eyes hooded as he writhes. Muttering curses under his breath, unable to find his full voice, just those soft curses of pleasure as his hips roll. "Alejandro," he finally manages, groaning and rumbling the words. "Fuck. Please."
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Though it's hard to hold still, and he realizes he doesn't want to. Doesn't want to act as if it's nothing to him. It's part of everything.
His fingers run through Alejandro's hair, twisting into the curls as the other hand strokes along his cheek, tracing the line to his temple.
Moaning, his eyes hooded as he writhes. Muttering curses under his breath, unable to find his full voice, just those soft curses of pleasure as his hips roll. "Alejandro," he finally manages, groaning and rumbling the words. "Fuck. Please."