It seems as though Guy can feel every inch of Jasper, inside and out; the tight grip of his thighs around Jasper's waist, the gasping way he cries out, and he knows him, can feel Jasper seeking the right angle, can feel him stutter and shake when he finds it.

And more than that, he can feel that Jasper needs. And that need pulls Guy in, not the delicate, searching tug of when they were kissing, but with the screaming, hot-air grip of gravity, fast and uncontrollable and inexorable.

He does hold on to Jasper, part-steadying, part desperation; the grip of Jasper's body is too much. He's too close to the edge. Oh, and he wanted Jasper, he wanted him so badly so fast, and having him is too much to take.