Desperately driven, frantic, falling. Letting go of the last scraps of his composure to crawl as deep into Sam's skin as this allows and slamming home. Burying himself deep as all that tension snaps and heat rockets through him, scraping his nerves raw on the way out. An hour. Nearly an hour and he's outside of his goddamn mind, hands tight against sweat slick thighs, eyes closed, mouth working against Sam's throat as he locks up tight.

Shudders apart and damn near collapses on top of Sam while he waits for the world to fade back in from where it'd cracked apart around them. Hitched, heavy breaths catch in his throat while his heart slows from manic rush to a solid baseline of 'fucked out'.

So. So damn fucked out.