Lester Sheehan

He groans quietly himself, at the bruising force of Sheehan's grip, but he doesn't stop, keeping his hand moving on Sheehan until he goes fully limp beneath him; and then he settles to sit in Sheehan's lap to take the pressure off his knees, and cups Sheehan's jaw in his clean hand to gently tilt him up for another kiss, soft and tired and sweet.