[Birkin leans heavily against the counter the second his back hits it. With a wanton moan, he spreads his legs wider. His mouth opens into a silent scream as he runs his fingers over Stein's chest, rubbing the pad of his thumb over a nipple.

He lays his head down on Stein's shoulder and trembles, letting throaty groans and soft whimpers spill from his mouth.

Birkin's hand wanders lower and he starts stroking to the feverish pace Stein set]