He moves, fluid and rough. He isn't being swept up by the waves this time; he is the wave, flowing and rushing and trying to fill every crevasse. He aches and it's so motherfucking good. He'd be babbling, but his mouth is full of Dave as he bites and sucks at pale skin. The only noises that escape are deep ones from his chest and the high chirps in his throat.

His hands clench, claws digging in, and he pushes his head against Dave's hands, wanting the pull and sting. A moan rumbles up as Dave bites him, and he thrusts even harder, redoubling his efforts. They're building up together and it will be glorious once they reach the peak.