Graham arched up a little, just enough to get a hand in between their bodies again and wrap it around his own cock, his panting moans turning to something akin to shouts as he made himself follow Ripley over that white hot edge.

His neck was bent so that he could watch his own hand, watch himself make a mess all over Ripley's chest, watch the results of their rutting mingle on the other man's skin.

Now there was something he'd never thought he'd find hot.

He sunk back down on top of Ripley, not minding that he was getting sticky as hell but mildly concerned that he'd be too heavy, seeing as how afterglow was now reducing him to a boneless pile of flesh.