John gripped him by the hips and filled him with one swift push. He began to chant again, building power as the smack of his hips colliding kept tempo.

Eliot was a natural at this. The power grew exponentially, every thrust bringing them closer to the next peak.

"We're nearly there...be careful. Control it, baby. Control," he said, knowing this was the point when Eliot's natural talent could upset everything.

Still, he reached around to jerk him off.