Slowly he leans forward, but he doesn't let go; Avery is so teasingly sensitive that he feels provoked to force more moans out of him. He rests his forehead on Avery's arse for a moment, planting kisses on the firm flesh, bathing in the euphoria rising inside him, triggered by the gasps, the salty hot taste of foreign skin, the hard throbbing beneath his fingertips.