[ The clamps. That gives a point of focus. The ache in his thighs, his chest, against his cock, it's all a reminder of how deep that burn goes. But even now, he doesn't shy away from it.
Instead, he turns his head, nuzzles back with a faint curve of his lips, eyes falling shut. ]
no subject
Instead, he turns his head, nuzzles back with a faint curve of his lips, eyes falling shut. ]
...was good, then.
[ The words are slurred, murmured quietly. ]