[The words go through him, warm to the core — cradled in Cy's arms he weathers a first orgasm, shaking, grinding his clit down against the hard ridge of the man's pelvic bone. He can feel the way his cunt squeezes around the intrusion of Cy's cock and it only leaves him more breathless, all on the heels of the adrenaline of earlier's spar.

And the love. Effusive like nothing he's ever felt, whole and real and steadying. More than he could have hoped to find in a lifetime, he doesn't know what he's done to deserve someone so kind — Cy's gentle proclamation sudden enough to bring a brief glint of tears to eyes, lowering his head into the tuck of Cy's shoulder. When that request comes on the heels of it, he manages to shudder out a response even as he feels his body tighten in a reflexive shivering of muscle.]

Inside. [Thighs are tight over Cy's lap, the rhythm of those driving thrusts less stable.] You don't have to ask that, do you? You know. [He stills, panting humid breath against Cy's skin as he's held, breasts pushed against the firm plane of a muscular chest.] I want it inside, Cy. I want you to get me pregnant. If we were anywhere else...

[There's a sharp inhale, a little ragged, a little on the verge of — too much emotion in the heat of the moment.]