The begging wasn't really because he thought he might stop but a manifestation of just how good it felt. Then he realizes they're still spirits and the begging starts again. "Harder... please."

There's a roughness he's craving, to be taken and claimed and owned. Ziggy doesn't know why he's feeling it but he's desperate for it. He wants Hiroki to ... well he doesn't really know because there are only raging emotions and little thought.

His whole spirit is tangling up with Hiroki's, filling in and healing the cracks it finds, twisting their essences into a tighter bond. He will be the tether for his lover, the energy that sustains him if he must. Especially if recharging his lover means hours of mind blowing sex, cuddling and otherwise just indulging in the other's company.

I've loved you .. maybe since I met you Ziggy didn't exactly believe in love at first sight but if it did exist, Hiroki was the closest he ever got to it.

And those little love bites, Ziggy moans as his neck arches to make it easier.

I'm yours.. here.. in the real world.. anywhere. He mumbles the words between gasped breaths. THis isn't going to last long. He feels light headed from the sex and the emotions and the connection.