He found those moans as gratifying as anything Avon could have said, as well as the physical responses that accompanied the surges in emotion. His own awareness waned, though what he did have was deeply invested in the man bucking beneath him.

Data thrust one last time, holding him and stroking him through it. His brow furrowed and lips went slack as he allowed himself to teeter over the edge- to give in to the heat and pressure and words of the man beneath him. His whole body jolted with release, and he buried his face against his neck to hide his reaction.