Stein gasped as Birkin orgasmed, thrusting deep into the other man's spasming body one last time before his own climax took him and he emptied himself into Birkin. He shuddered and gasped, his finger still rubbing Birkin's prostate, pulling every drop of pleasure from the man.

Then he drew back and pulled out of his body - in more ways than one. Quickly, he grabbed a kit from his bedside table and began to stitch up the cut. Birkin hadn't lost too much blood - Stein had used a special technique of his own to keep him from bleeding too much. But at the end he had lost concentration and the blood had begun to flow. He couldn't waste time.

Even as he stitched, he saw that content smile and smiled himself. Yes, that had been intense. Perfect.