[ The way those nails bite, they're going to leave marks. He doesn't care. He wants them, wants that reminder driven into his skin, somewhere it can be kept under the armor and bulk. Something they can't touch.
He isn't far behind, though he can feel Taylor start to go limp before he finds that edge. Faster, faster still, rucking him up against the wall again and again until finally going still, muscles going stretched and taut and finally, finally letting it snap and unravel.
But he stays there for a time, still holding him in place, hands smoothing over his thighs. ]
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He isn't far behind, though he can feel Taylor start to go limp before he finds that edge. Faster, faster still, rucking him up against the wall again and again until finally going still, muscles going stretched and taut and finally, finally letting it snap and unravel.
But he stays there for a time, still holding him in place, hands smoothing over his thighs. ]