[it doesn't take long, actually, to get him gasping for air and struggling with what the fuck to do to let that pent up energy out. and to try not to think too hard about friction.

except he literally can't stop, and his back arches lightly against Nero, and when he drags his nails again with a frustrated whine, it's enough to leave a mark in their wake.]

F-fffuck.

[he's started to curl in on himself a little]