[He bears Cy's weight on top of him, crushed down against the bed in a way that only further attracts his awareness to the soreness of his breasts, bent hips and planted knees all that keeps the pressure off of the heavy swell of his pregnant belly. He half-hears Cy through the pounding of his own heart, but the instruction clears some of the fog in his head, chin already tilted to accept the glass against his lips even as the tether of his hair disallows any other motion.
And he drinks. Knowing Cy's intention, knowing the discomfort it will soon bring in this position, in this physical state — his throat works around every thirsty swallow, not cleanly, breath quick and panted through his nose. Although he tries to catch every drop without splattering the bedsheets, he is beholden to Cy's balance, to the hand holding the cup and the other in his hair.
Soon it is drained empty. Yet as he gasps for air, the glass refills itself — cool and clear and shining in the candlelights of the room, feeding into this fantasy of too much.]
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Date: 2024-09-14 09:55 pm (UTC)And he drinks. Knowing Cy's intention, knowing the discomfort it will soon bring in this position, in this physical state — his throat works around every thirsty swallow, not cleanly, breath quick and panted through his nose. Although he tries to catch every drop without splattering the bedsheets, he is beholden to Cy's balance, to the hand holding the cup and the other in his hair.
Soon it is drained empty. Yet as he gasps for air, the glass refills itself — cool and clear and shining in the candlelights of the room, feeding into this fantasy of too much.]
No more.
[A plea even as he hopes Cy denies him.]