[And even though his wrist feels numb and his shoulder aches, he fights to hold onto that tangled grip between them once the timer's sung its last.]
—wait.
[He grins, sweat strung faint along his temples. Head tipped back into the cushion of a taller shoulder, pushing his brow closer to that brightly tattooed neck, perfectly unaware of how long it's been since they both started.]
2/2
—wait.
[He grins, sweat strung faint along his temples. Head tipped back into the cushion of a taller shoulder, pushing his brow closer to that brightly tattooed neck, perfectly unaware of how long it's been since they both started.]
Wait, I can keep going.