WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
The air in the small bedroom felt stifling, thick with the sharp, suffocating scent of skin, sweat, and frantic breath.
Every second stretched unnaturally long, weighed down by the heavy, relentless movements between them that left no room for pause, hesitation, or regret.
Isn't it?
"Mmh-"
Rai's head was thrown back hard against the worn mattress, the coarse fabric scratching against his overheated, flushed skin.
His mouth remained open in a silent, continuous gasp, his chest violently heaving as his lungs fought to catch up with the demanding pace set for him.
He couldn't force his vocal cords to cooperate anymore; every attempt at a coherent word turned into a broken, high-pitched exhale that threatened to betray just how completely undone he was.
Panic and pleasure clashed wildly within his chest, prompting an instinctive, desperate urge to hold back, to regain even a sliver of control before he dissolved entirely beneath the weight of it all.
