"Greg - I'm really close," Saffron panted, before moaning loudly and latching her teeth onto Greg's neck, leaving a dark, red suction mark there.
"Me, too, I'm - OH - " Greg's words were suspended as every thought in his brain and body was directed toward the sensation rising in his cock - and without further warning, he was seeing stars against the backs of his eyelids, and coming hard. Incoherent, he thrust himself hard against Saffron, only hearing the other's cry in the back of his mind - though the shuddering arch of Saffron's back beneath his hands could only mean one thing. Greg finally stopped spurting come, and he just held Saffron until the pained expression on the other's face was replaced with a dreamily blissful one.
There was a soft, similar noise from the corridor, which neither of them heard.
"That was amazing," Saffron breathed, his eyes still closed.
Greg had to agree. "Better than wanking," he said.
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