[There's one move that takes him over the edge - or maybe it's all of it knitted together, feeling the pressure of Mike's fingers around him, hearing the sound of his voice and his heartbeat against his skin, the weight of the nearly unbreathable air surrounding them both. He's too sensitive right now, every minuscule shift around him amplified so that, with the right change - or any change, really, in position, pressure or speed - he's arching his back towards Mike, every muscle contracting and shivering as he comes, practically glues his mouth next to Mike's ears and lets the choked cries slip out, turned into moans halfway.
He flies just then, it feels like it. For a brief moment he travels so high he goes past clouds and reaches a place where there must be no oxygen because he can't draw a breath, not until he comes crashing down, the frantic movements of his hips slowing down while he breaks through the atmosphere, and when he opens his eyes, still gasping for air, bitten nails still digging into Mike's back, legs still locked tensely around Mike's sides, he finds he landed safely where he'd taken off from. So he locks his arms around Mike's neck, soft limbs resting over him, and he kisses the arch of Mike's ear, whispers his name slowly into it while he shakes off the remnants of the sensations.]
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He flies just then, it feels like it. For a brief moment he travels so high he goes past clouds and reaches a place where there must be no oxygen because he can't draw a breath, not until he comes crashing down, the frantic movements of his hips slowing down while he breaks through the atmosphere, and when he opens his eyes, still gasping for air, bitten nails still digging into Mike's back, legs still locked tensely around Mike's sides, he finds he landed safely where he'd taken off from. So he locks his arms around Mike's neck, soft limbs resting over him, and he kisses the arch of Mike's ear, whispers his name slowly into it while he shakes off the remnants of the sensations.]