[ He needs the reminder, gasping for air in a desperate rush as the sensation rolls through him; overwhelming his ability to think, let alone speak. All he can focus on is the low rumble of Bull's voice, pulling him through the bright, thick fog to the present before having him sink back into it.
All his years, all his partners, all his training- it has never been like this. He's never been this desperate, this mindless. Even when he floated with Taas he had some of his masks intact, could hide shreds of himself.
Not all is laid bare and the word lingers in the back of his mind if he needs it- but he has no need of it. He rolls as much as he can bound and held like this against the bed, attempting to fuck himself on Bull's fingers, voice arcing up in a fevered cry. ]
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All his years, all his partners, all his training- it has never been like this. He's never been this desperate, this mindless. Even when he floated with Taas he had some of his masks intact, could hide shreds of himself.
Not all is laid bare and the word lingers in the back of his mind if he needs it- but he has no need of it. He rolls as much as he can bound and held like this against the bed, attempting to fuck himself on Bull's fingers, voice arcing up in a fevered cry. ]