Alistair grinds down against him, helplessly, winding the bedspread so tightly into his fist that his knuckles pale. "I," he gasps. "Cullen -- "
Just a little more, just a little harder, if Cullen's hand twists and strokes just a few more times --
"Yes -- "
He can't keep up the rhythm any better than Cullen by now, he's too close, and he can't keep watching anymore either -- his eyes screw shut as the tension builds hotter, stronger, everything circling up to an impossibly high peak. One more thrust against Cullen's hand -- two --
His voice spirals up to a shout as his hand clamps onto Cullen, like he's been struck by lightning and can't let go. Shuddering, he spills across Cullen's hand, his stomach, trying in vain to catch his breath.
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Just a little more, just a little harder, if Cullen's hand twists and strokes just a few more times --
"Yes -- "
He can't keep up the rhythm any better than Cullen by now, he's too close, and he can't keep watching anymore either -- his eyes screw shut as the tension builds hotter, stronger, everything circling up to an impossibly high peak. One more thrust against Cullen's hand -- two --
His voice spirals up to a shout as his hand clamps onto Cullen, like he's been struck by lightning and can't let go. Shuddering, he spills across Cullen's hand, his stomach, trying in vain to catch his breath.