[When her thrashing starts, he struggles to hold as long as he can, but its an exercise in futility. The bond floods with her, and he goes stiff as all of his muscles lock in place beneath her. The sensation that comes after is unlike anything he could have expected. His eyes widen, but no sound comes from him as she clamps down on his throat. Lack of oxygen is what gets him to reach for her thighs, burying himself as deep as he can before he comes hard inside of her. His hips jerk weakly as the end of it, he finds himself clawing at his throat to try and pull her hand away so that he can breathe.
The jumble of thoughts starts flashing across the bond. He wants more, he wants to hold her, he wants to bury himself in her hair, he—can’t breathe, still.
His face has begun to turn purple. His consciousness flickers at the other end of the bond, a bit of panic cutting through the pleasure.]
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The jumble of thoughts starts flashing across the bond. He wants more, he wants to hold her, he wants to bury himself in her hair, he—can’t breathe, still.
His face has begun to turn purple. His consciousness flickers at the other end of the bond, a bit of panic cutting through the pleasure.]