Without losing their connection, Lysander rose to his knees, pulling Nicasi up with him so his back was flush against Lysander's chest. He wrapped his arms around Nicasi's torso and upper arms, hugging him tightly as he continued to thrust into him from behind.
Nicasi arched his back and moved his hips in tandem with Lysander, meeting him halfway each time. Now instead of fighting against each other, they were chasing the same victory as one.
Lysander's arms tightened even more, and his movements became more desperate. One hand slid down to Nicasi's erection and he began to stroke him. Nicasi groaned again and leaned his head back against Lysander's shoulder. He turned his face against Lysander's neck, breathing in the scent of jasmine that lingered in his hair and on his skin.
