[More and more, the curses drip from his tongue as his reaper works. Everything is intense, he's hypersensitive after their previous rounds, and each small movement feels amplified by a thousand. One hand strays from James' hair, seeking purchase on the couch's arm as he legs nearly buckle after a particularly deep bob of the man's head.
There's a tightness wound in him, hot and coiled tight, and he shudders with the force of holding onto it tight and keeping himself calm. It's a losing battle, it always is, but he's determined to make this last.]
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There's a tightness wound in him, hot and coiled tight, and he shudders with the force of holding onto it tight and keeping himself calm. It's a losing battle, it always is, but he's determined to make this last.]
Y'gotta- 'm gonna if you keep that up-