{ his eyes squeeze shut, hand tightening in thoma's for dear life. his mind is the most blank it's been in weeks, unable to focus on anything but how thoma feels against him, how his hand feels as it strokes him so well. a part of him wishes he would be more collected, would be able to say something in response to those almost sweet words.
his hips lose their rhythm, helplessly stuttering, as he finally reaches the edge and falls headfirst over. there's little in terms of a word of warning, other than the way his other hand moves to his mouth to try and muffle the sounds that fall from his lips. he sounds desperate in those last moments, unable to even form a sentence or a handful of words.
the only word he seems to be able to form between the strangled ones is thoma's name, finally, as he lets go and spills into the other's hand and between their bodies. }
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his hips lose their rhythm, helplessly stuttering, as he finally reaches the edge and falls headfirst over. there's little in terms of a word of warning, other than the way his other hand moves to his mouth to try and muffle the sounds that fall from his lips. he sounds desperate in those last moments, unable to even form a sentence or a handful of words.
the only word he seems to be able to form between the strangled ones is thoma's name, finally, as he lets go and spills into the other's hand and between their bodies. }