[the words next time echo in fox's head before all coherent thought leaves him and he cries out with relief, shamelessly thrusting into eichi's grip. he hovers on the edge, body taut like a bowstring, before spilling over across eichi's hands and the tiled floor. he stays like that for a few moments, trembling with exertion, until it all leaves him abruptly, and he slumps back, exhausted.

in another minute he'll come back to himself, but for now--floating.]