[There's no pretending that this isn't a mutual relief for them now. He swallows another groan at the grasping touch; this time it comes out as a sigh tinged with his voice, louder than he meant. The movement of his hand and the rocking of his hips gradually slide into sync, each hard, slow push matched by a long stroke and a twist of his fingers. This hadn't been what he'd intended at all, if he'd intended anything, but there's no room for that anymore, not with the sounds Fenris is making into the darkness.
His forehead dips to press against Fenris's shoulder, labored breathing muffled against fabric. He doesn't slow, doesn't stop; if anything, whatever's left of his control starts to unravel. A little bit quicker, a little bit rougher, just by tiny margins. It should be embarrassing, how quickly he feels himself hurtling towards an edge, just from exhausted dry humping on the dirty floor of their cell. But it doesn't matter, he doesn't care, he wants— he wants— he wants.
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Date: 2015-02-04 05:48 am (UTC)His forehead dips to press against Fenris's shoulder, labored breathing muffled against fabric. He doesn't slow, doesn't stop; if anything, whatever's left of his control starts to unravel. A little bit quicker, a little bit rougher, just by tiny margins. It should be embarrassing, how quickly he feels himself hurtling towards an edge, just from exhausted dry humping on the dirty floor of their cell. But it doesn't matter, he doesn't care, he wants— he wants— he wants.
His next breath rattles in his chest.]