[ And it's when each thrust of yours starts getting harder and going deeper that his voice crests up towards a different pitch, hitting a high and desperate that he only ever gets when he's truly losing control/losing himself in you. When he tumbles off the edge of climaxing a bit afterward, he's momentarily losing all voice and sense before he truly begins to writhe beneath you. His grip also tightens to an unapologetically painful degree, with his insides clenching around you and his fingernails digging into your skin.
He's slow on the descent, and he doesn't get back down to where he was before either of you started. In fact, when he releases you, it's only because he needs to sprawl out, weak and boneless, over the sheets. He hears nothing but the thrum of his own blood in his veins and his heartbeat. He sees nothing but this place, and you. ]
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He's slow on the descent, and he doesn't get back down to where he was before either of you started. In fact, when he releases you, it's only because he needs to sprawl out, weak and boneless, over the sheets. He hears nothing but the thrum of his own blood in his veins and his heartbeat. He sees nothing but this place, and you. ]