He jerks off him, crawling away and gagging, pressing a hand over his mouth and barely managing to swallow through the tears. His breathing slows into something a little less sawing, and he buries his face in the blankets at the foot of the bed, hiding his lack of composure and trying to wipe the mess away.
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Date: 2011-01-20 07:24 pm (UTC)