[Pegasus shatters in turn, trembling all over and gasping wetly into Seto's skin as Seto's finish rocks through him, sears over his nerves, his synapses, and under this assault his grip finally, finally stutters to a stop, but it doesn't matter, because Seto is quick to pick up the pace. He rocks back into Pegasus so smoothly and hard that any remaining cognisance fast evacuates Pegasus' head, and god, he isn't going to last. He's barely holding himself up at this point. His legs are trembling under his weight.
His hands fall mindlessly to Seto's hips, holding on with all the desperation of a drowning man to a buoy. He doesn't feel his teeth, nor nails through their bond, though they bite in; the only thing breaching his awareness is his rapid climb to completion, and his grip on Seto's neck slackens just enough for a cry to fall from his lips as he finally plummets over the edge. There's no hand to catch his finish, and so it spills onto the floor, the door, between Seto's legs, sliding down the soft, reddened insides of his thighs. Pegasus might have appreciated that, if he hadn't become so detached from himself, losing himself in Seto and the incomprehensible connection tying them together. He releases the buoy to let himself drown in the dark of completion.
And when the raging sea finally recedes enough for him to rise back to the surface, he finds himself curled over Seto and holding the man close, his heaving chest clinging to that warm, bitten back. Holding him like a lover, he thinks, fuzzily, but it is just sex, and sex he will never have again. Still, he holds on, burying his face in the soft of Seto's hair and letting his eye fall shut again.]
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His hands fall mindlessly to Seto's hips, holding on with all the desperation of a drowning man to a buoy. He doesn't feel his teeth, nor nails through their bond, though they bite in; the only thing breaching his awareness is his rapid climb to completion, and his grip on Seto's neck slackens just enough for a cry to fall from his lips as he finally plummets over the edge. There's no hand to catch his finish, and so it spills onto the floor, the door, between Seto's legs, sliding down the soft, reddened insides of his thighs. Pegasus might have appreciated that, if he hadn't become so detached from himself, losing himself in Seto and the incomprehensible connection tying them together. He releases the buoy to let himself drown in the dark of completion.
And when the raging sea finally recedes enough for him to rise back to the surface, he finds himself curled over Seto and holding the man close, his heaving chest clinging to that warm, bitten back. Holding him like a lover, he thinks, fuzzily, but it is just sex, and sex he will never have again. Still, he holds on, burying his face in the soft of Seto's hair and letting his eye fall shut again.]