"Christopher Pike," He breathed; he hardly knew what he was saying anymore, only distantly aware of what was happening, both in general and to himself. "You own me," The words tumbled from his lips at warp speed; there was a break for a groan before a quickly-added "Sir."
He was holding himself back. He didn't want to surrender so completely to him, didn't want to admit that he was twelve point four seconds away from coming because the combined effort of Pike's voice and hands.
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Date: 2009-07-26 03:59 am (UTC)He was holding himself back. He didn't want to surrender so completely to him, didn't want to admit that he was twelve point four seconds away from coming because the combined effort of Pike's voice and hands.