Locke felt flushed from head to toe, still amazingly sensitive. His orgasm had since passed, but he could feel the leaking of excess come. Weiler's breaths were hot against his back, his arms hot as his sides - everything was hot. It didn't even feel like he could recover yet, not until Weiler was done, but in a way he liked that feeling very much.

"Come on, Heine," he encouraged, still breathless. Locke reached back, his touch not going far, but there nonetheless against the side of his hip. "Come for me."