/throws out that don't even! It's beautiful
[ He rolls easily, fitting to her body, her pace as he relinquishes every last semblance of control to her touch, her kisses. His knees go weak, but the wall is there to catch him, the quiet shhh of the shower beating against the tiles a counterpoint to the beating of his heart as he hopes...
His hands will stop her, his eyes wide and nearly unseeing as he looks down at her. ] You don't have to. [ his voice comes out strangled, hoarse. It's only been seconds, but it feels as though he hasn't used his voice in days. It's what she does to him. ]