Gideon has no idea how needy he is until Amos' lips buzz against his shaft and he jerks a breath in like a broken automaton. It doesn't take long before he's gasping, still clenching at Amos' sleeve, hips coming off the bed.

Even if he'd been able to speak, he wouldn't have--sex has always been something of a furtive experience, for good or ill, vocal input rarely required--but when he does come, it's with a moan that gives the barest suggestion of the timbre his voice once had. His legs don't, in fact, shake, but one keeps rubbing at Amos' cock through his jumpsuit right up until he's lost to selfish sensation.