(because there's a moment of nothing and then, abruptly, everything)
He arches so far that it should hurt but there's no pain, there's barely even pleasure there's just an end, blinding dark and blinding light in his vision all at once and his ears ringing with his own hoarse scream and his pulse pounding in his ears like his heart is going to explode out of his chest. He's suspended in the moment for what feels like forever, locked into place by the force of his orgasm and the way his muscles tense up, noise wringing its way out of his throat.
It feels like forever and when it finally stops he slumps in Black Mist's grip, head lolling back like he can't hold himself up.
(his muscles ache and he feels sore and tender all over, every breath rasping in his throat like sandpaper but)
(the pain doesn't matter)
(nothing matters, not after so much pleasure and pain, when he's so exhausted and held up only by Black Mist's grip) ]
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(because he's not numb any more)
(because there's a moment of nothing and then, abruptly, everything)
He arches so far that it should hurt but there's no pain, there's barely even pleasure there's just an end, blinding dark and blinding light in his vision all at once and his ears ringing with his own hoarse scream and his pulse pounding in his ears like his heart is going to explode out of his chest. He's suspended in the moment for what feels like forever, locked into place by the force of his orgasm and the way his muscles tense up, noise wringing its way out of his throat.
It feels like forever and when it finally stops he slumps in Black Mist's grip, head lolling back like he can't hold himself up.
(his muscles ache and he feels sore and tender all over, every breath rasping in his throat like sandpaper but)
(the pain doesn't matter)
(nothing matters, not after so much pleasure and pain, when he's so exhausted and held up only by Black Mist's grip) ]