[They're tangled hopelessly now, a twist of limbs and messy desperation. His knee presses more insistently between Fenris's legs, capitalizing on what little space he can manage from what he's being given, hips grinding low and dragging up. Hearing Fenris's voice like that sets a shock of heat through him, and he can't stop the way he pants hard, not without feeling like his heart's about to burst. He lifts his chin up again, lets what is by now more beard than stubble scrape against skin as he presses them fully together and stays there, hip to shoulder to cheek.]
That's it. [His voice is a rough, ragged whisper, all his choked back noises bubbling up under the surface. It's the only thing he can think to say in response. His wrist aches, but he twists it again, pulling hard, harder.] Come on.
[Come, he wants to say, almost does, gasps the hard C out but doesn't finish the rest of the word. He bites hard on his bottom lip to stop himself without understanding why, punch-drunk on the way Fenris is suddenly searing hot against him.
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That's it. [His voice is a rough, ragged whisper, all his choked back noises bubbling up under the surface. It's the only thing he can think to say in response. His wrist aches, but he twists it again, pulling hard, harder.] Come on.
[Come, he wants to say, almost does, gasps the hard C out but doesn't finish the rest of the word. He bites hard on his bottom lip to stop himself without understanding why, punch-drunk on the way Fenris is suddenly searing hot against him.
He'd been so, so cold before.]