[ He'd forgotten about the knife. He'd forgotten about the knife and that- there's a hitch of anxiety that's shortlived as he leans back further into Bull's chest. He's safe here, Bull can focus on everything else. He doesn't need to think. He only needs to float and to feel. Shivering through the scrape it isn't pain. It isn't anything more a lick of white hot sensation so intense it makes his cock twitch and spurt against his abdomen.
When the command to breathe comes he realizes he's stopped, everything narrowed down to the fine point of his knife. He exhales in a rush and gasps, trying to steady himself. ]
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Date: 2016-01-05 06:47 am (UTC)When the command to breathe comes he realizes he's stopped, everything narrowed down to the fine point of his knife. He exhales in a rush and gasps, trying to steady himself. ]