[He feels like every word she says tips him further towards the edge, every word that has him twitching and gasping and begging. Because he's so close, hanging on every word and wanting more, more, because he can't think but he can still hear every word.
(she calls him a mess and Thomas jerks abruptly, fingers knotting in the sheets and a stream starting up of onee-san, onee-san, please I'm going to--)
And then he's coming and coming hard, crying out loud enough that they ought to hope there's nobody else home yet; crying for her, Chris and onee-san over and over until he falls limp against the bed and just tries to catch his breath, eyes slipping shut almost immediately.]
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(she calls him a mess and Thomas jerks abruptly, fingers knotting in the sheets and a stream starting up of onee-san, onee-san, please I'm going to--)
And then he's coming and coming hard, crying out loud enough that they ought to hope there's nobody else home yet; crying for her, Chris and onee-san over and over until he falls limp against the bed and just tries to catch his breath, eyes slipping shut almost immediately.]
Chris...