[ It isn't really that long, in the end - he's been half undone since the kiss. It's probably a miracle that he lasted this long. ]
Yours. [ He whispers, in between every other less muted sound, because he can't say two names at once.
For a little while everything is too much. One of Sypha's hands returns to him, stroking his hair softly as he's reduced to a gasping, trembling mess. Even just that is a lot. But he recovers a little of himself after a moment. Starts to see Sypha as herself again rather than as a lot of blobs of too-bright colour in her vague shape. Regains enough control of his body to start moving his hand against Sypha again, and smiles weakly when it earns him a soft gasp. ]
Keep going. Please keep going. [ His voice is quieter than his breath is, at this point, but there's a level of intent to it that doesn't match how quiet and shaking it is. ]
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Yours. [ He whispers, in between every other less muted sound, because he can't say two names at once.
For a little while everything is too much. One of Sypha's hands returns to him, stroking his hair softly as he's reduced to a gasping, trembling mess. Even just that is a lot. But he recovers a little of himself after a moment. Starts to see Sypha as herself again rather than as a lot of blobs of too-bright colour in her vague shape. Regains enough control of his body to start moving his hand against Sypha again, and smiles weakly when it earns him a soft gasp. ]
Keep going. Please keep going. [ His voice is quieter than his breath is, at this point, but there's a level of intent to it that doesn't match how quiet and shaking it is. ]