oh no

Ranboo, for his part, is beginning to experience the clashing of two opposing instincts-- his body is telling him that it's too much and demanding a break, a moment to catch their breath, to let the rapidly gathering static disperse into something a little bit more bearable, but beneath that is the drive to chase his own pleasure. The peak is so close, he can almost feel it starting to bloom over their nerves, yet just out of reach somehow, as if the goalposts keep being moved from under them. It's very nearly painful, their chest and stomach wound too tight with it, their long limbs trembling.

They lose whatever restraint they had left and drive into Dirk harder, deeper still, seeking some kind of relief, and white pours across their vision, a sharper kind of whine escaping his throat.