He can only nod, once, though it may be missed with the way he's bent. And then he's not moving at all, unable to push back onto those thrusts anymore because he's coming, coming with an intensity that's making his head spin and all he can do is groan quietly in his own little world of the blinding, flashing lights that are exploding behind his eyes.
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Date: 2006-11-21 11:26 pm (UTC)