*When Victor begins to quicken his thrusts, Herman instinctively quickens his strokes. With blurry vision, he sees Victor's face, dark strands of hair falling over his forehead, dripping sweat onto his own body, a drop of it landing on his wrist as he continues to stroke himself. Movements are almost mechanical, the tightening of his muscles spasmodic, every last nerve bursting. As Victor continues to slide in and out, he feels the swirling buildup at the base of his spine, rushing down his legs and up his back like electricity. His is breath coming in short gasps now, his whole body is shaking with the impending climax, steadily driving towards it as he can barely take the mind-numbing pressure any more...*