Longer was better in Booker's opinion. Nothing drove him out of his head like long, drawn out sex. By the end of it he would definitely be begging Nicky for mercy in probably four or five languages.

Right now he let the steady motion wipe away his thoughts and leave him floating on a hot, sweet flood of physical pleasure. His love for Nicky fogged his thoughts. Without a doubt he was the most beautiful man Booker had ever been with.

Of course, he'd think the same when Joe fucked him. Booker got very sappy when he bottomed.