[His entire body, from his fingers digging into the sheets to his arched spine, stiffens from the sudden burst of sensation as he comes. It's a wave of pleasure, wiping his mind clean for that one moment, like the tide erasing writing in sand. He'd be a liar if he said he didn't enjoy this in some way- not so much the pleasure as simply being consumed completely.]
[...In more ways than one, admittedly.]
[He's not even aware of the shout he makes, something unintelligible but close to a name, unless he's collapsing against the bed and realizes his throat is sore.]
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[His entire body, from his fingers digging into the sheets to his arched spine, stiffens from the sudden burst of sensation as he comes. It's a wave of pleasure, wiping his mind clean for that one moment, like the tide erasing writing in sand. He'd be a liar if he said he didn't enjoy this in some way- not so much the pleasure as simply being consumed completely.]
[...In more ways than one, admittedly.]
[He's not even aware of the shout he makes, something unintelligible but close to a name, unless he's collapsing against the bed and realizes his throat is sore.]