Fighting dirty, it could be called, because he knows he just has to catch Eugene’s eye at this point to end it, but, fuck the ginger bastard, he’s actually letting it last, melting into his mattress and wondering if he’s going to be able to get up later, not giving a shit about either because his cock is leaking all over his belly and if he didn’t have neighbors, if he didn’t have all these tethers on his voice, he’d be fucking howling from it. As it is he’s choking on the sounds when Eugene finally palms his cock, gets up on his knees and shoves deep with a sob; the heat under his skin doesn’t break, but it doesn’t wind him up any harder and Eugene is saying, Merriell, Merriell please like it can really take more than a few quick pulls before he’s whimpering through it and coming all over himself.

(Source: community.livejournal.com)