[ One more. He can take one more, can't he? One more of anything...more. Just...more. Enough. There's something that's being reached for here that's just within grasp and he needs. Needs, and York is going to give it to him. He just has to do good. Just take one more.
He nods. Once, twice, ceaseless, even as his head drops, breath a static mess, every inch of him awake. On fire. Centered on the pain and pleasure of it all, being full and feeling the cut of those teeth everywhere. What's one more? ]
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He nods. Once, twice, ceaseless, even as his head drops, breath a static mess, every inch of him awake. On fire. Centered on the pain and pleasure of it all, being full and feeling the cut of those teeth everywhere. What's one more? ]