[ His heart is still hammering in his ears, and it's difficult to isolate any one sensation. The bruises, the burn in their wake, the feel of that heat spilling inside of him or the cooling stickiness on his own still. The warmth of Taylor's breath against his throat. There aren't words for what he feels, so far removed from that first instance of nearly slipping away the first time. He's deep, deep down, and all he can do is sag back against Taylor, still faintly rocking his hips, just to have somewhere to displace this mad rush of energy.
It'll fade, but in the moment he feels far too much to be still or silent. ]
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It'll fade, but in the moment he feels far too much to be still or silent. ]