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The rational part of his brain told him he just wanted to scream right now, yet rather than the scream he wanted to let out all that came from his throat was a sharp exhalation, like he was choking on air itself just to keep himself from out and out moaning in pleasure. He was still too petrified to even move, an indiscernible expression painting his face now, as though he were trying to decide where he even was right now, head riding on nothing but pure unadulterated sensation now. Certainly not here, pressed flush against the one man he told himself he hated above all else and feeling his face light up from the suction on his neck. He wanted to pry the detective away from him, but instead of clawing at those arms for release he found himself grappling onto them and wanting more, just trying to hang on for the ride as the other's movements sent him reeling in waves.