[It's fucked up that what gets Harry to come isn't being called perfect, but that Will says he can taste it. Intermingled thoughts of blood and semen. The short, sweet spike of ecstasy has Harry's senses completely blotted out for a moment.
When he comes back to himself his legs are trembling and his body hurts in multiple places. He's come all over and he more or less just falls into the mess, absolutely wrecked.
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When he comes back to himself his legs are trembling and his body hurts in multiple places. He's come all over and he more or less just falls into the mess, absolutely wrecked.
He lays there, panting.]
That was different.