God, Max feels so good against them, warm and supportive. Rowan's heart pounds in their chest, blood rushing through their ears, as they struggle to put the words that he just uttered together through the fog.
"Let me come." They beg. They're not going to last long anyway, and it'll relax them and make it easier for Max to prepare them.
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Date: 2020-09-29 04:42 pm (UTC)"Let me come." They beg. They're not going to last long anyway, and it'll relax them and make it easier for Max to prepare them.