He just wanted their movements to be closer, tighter, and with plenty more behind them. It was terrible, honestly; he shouldn't, particularly not with a man. But he'd already been with one enough times to find something inherently desirable in it.

Same went for the build. Ky was wiry, built thin and slender by comparison, and sure there was probably something amusing in the gesture, in the step, but then he was leading, wasn't he? Something should have been familiar about the man's voice, but it was fuzzy, hazy to his hearing and nothing registered as familiar.

Still unwilling to speak, Ky pressed his lips close to his partner's ear.

I don't think I do. But there's just enough breath for something to be audible, whispered without a thread of vocal input. You are following me, aren't you? All the same, Ky unwound them, bringing his partner back until again they were face to face.