At the increased pressure, both in his hair and across his entire torso, he gave a shuddery exhale. This was perfect. Everything in this moment was and forever would be perfect. He wanted to stay this way. His body had other plans. When he rested his head momentarily, it was as if extra weight had drifted down, making it difficult to lift his head and resume his own series of kisses. As a compromise, he slowly nuzzled at his Dom's neck and tried to say something, anything, although it only came out as an exhausted mumble though half-parted lips.

His grip had slack, and his legs were spread out on the bed too spent to try shifting anymore. Things were beginning to fade around him, a dimming of his perception that might have been the call of sleep, or perhaps something he didn't recognize. Shannon made a halfhearted whine in protest but clearly his body was too spent to stay in such a heightened state of emotion and sensitivity for much longer.