[ his orgasm is like an echo back, an intense shock to his system that rips through him and makes his vision go white. there's nothing but warmth. the way he feels so warm inside of her, the warmth of her body against his paired with how flushed he feels from all the exertion. the heat from the shower still going. he feels like he's going to dissipate into the warmth, leaving nothing behind.
but it's her. he tries to drag himself back from everything he's drowning in with that reminder. it's not allowed to feel good. nothing about this is okay. he can't want this. he doesn't want to want this.
he wants to shove her away, but his bones don't know how. ]
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but it's her. he tries to drag himself back from everything he's drowning in with that reminder. it's not allowed to feel good. nothing about this is okay. he can't want this. he doesn't want to want this.
he wants to shove her away, but his bones don't know how. ]