Avon groaned almost continually, hearing everything, as overwhelmed by the love in Data's words as he was by the sex itself, unable to speak in response. He was so close now, bucking with every thrust, scarcely able to breathe from the pleasure and intensity, but not caring. He knew Data would allow no harm to come to him.

He tried to warn that he couldn't hold on for much longer but the words trapped in his throat and came out as a choked-off cry.