Hermes' orgasm wasn't so much ripped out of him as it seemed to flood him instead. The mess he made over Carrick's hand and onto his own stomach was punctuated not by a shout or a scream, but by a soft, broken gasp, nose pressed to Carrick's shoulder as the intensity of their night together so far overwhelmed him. There'd been too much emotion, too much flitting from one extreme to another, too much pain and tenderness on both ends that he couldn't hold himself together anymore. At least he would prefer to be in no one else's arms while he fell apart.