[ It's far too much, it's riding the edge into more pain than pleasure, but he chases it down. Devours it, and everything else he can give him, drawing in just enough air to form a word around the agonized moan that slips free when that first clamp comes free. ]
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[ Still riding back, not even there but knowing he can take it, knowing that Taylor hasn't come, urging him to continue using him. Just fucking into him until he can feel the ache of it down into his bones and there is no coherent thought left to be had.
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[ Still riding back, not even there but knowing he can take it, knowing that Taylor hasn't come, urging him to continue using him. Just fucking into him until he can feel the ache of it down into his bones and there is no coherent thought left to be had.
Just that one, strained, desperate plea. ]