[ The desperation is mutual. Trahearne's breathing grows heavy, hard; Syrlya's cry is accompanied by a deep moan as he keeps going. The bed creaks under them, Trahearne tightens his grip around him, wanting to hold him closer, even though he knows it is no longer physically possible. ]
S-Syrlya, I...
[ With the kiss broken, he bows his head, nestling his forehead against Syrlya's cheek; lightly, perhaps out of the need for something to be in his mouth, his tongue messily runs up his neck, teeth lightly scrape. Oh, he's so close. ]
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S-Syrlya, I...
[ With the kiss broken, he bows his head, nestling his forehead against Syrlya's cheek; lightly, perhaps out of the need for something to be in his mouth, his tongue messily runs up his neck, teeth lightly scrape. Oh, he's so close. ]