He chokes out another strangled yell and his defences are gone, he gives in and turns to look at him...
...he sees the writhing, feels it on him, sees the way his cheeks are flushed and his hands on himself, hears his cries...
...a split second is all it takes to finish him and he's screaming, head thrown backwards, rigid body and yet still trying to rock against the constraints and all he can feel is Random on him and the relief, oh God, there's no words for the relief to have finally released.
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Date: 2005-12-11 03:25 am (UTC)...he sees the writhing, feels it on him, sees the way his cheeks are flushed and his hands on himself, hears his cries...
...a split second is all it takes to finish him and he's screaming, head thrown backwards, rigid body and yet still trying to rock against the constraints and all he can feel is Random on him and the relief, oh God, there's no words for the relief to have finally released.