[ No Crows, no postures, no tricks. Just the tight, hard feeling of being worked over and reshaped from the inside out. Floating and flying everything else falls away aside from the manic pitch of tightly wound pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in his gut till he feels fit to shatter.
He can't take anymore.
He'd been so close from his fingers and it's still just beyond his reach, he cant' shift or flex or clench in any way, can't get the leverage to roll back against Bull or move to change the angle. Voice gone ragged he begs- pleads for a little harder, a little faster even as he's overcome entirely, body locking up around Bull. Breathe. He can't for a long moment, tense and shuddering, staining the sheets. ]
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He can't take anymore.
He'd been so close from his fingers and it's still just beyond his reach, he cant' shift or flex or clench in any way, can't get the leverage to roll back against Bull or move to change the angle. Voice gone ragged he begs- pleads for a little harder, a little faster even as he's overcome entirely, body locking up around Bull. Breathe. He can't for a long moment, tense and shuddering, staining the sheets. ]