the_bad_brother

Something is different. At first, I don't notice it, or the way I cry out, my body caught between too many other sensations, but the way he's mouthing at my neck isn't quite the same as it was a moment before. Neither is the jolt of pain surging through it, though that's more difficult to differentiate, everything so intertwined. It already feels like every nerve in me is worn raw. This could just be part of that. Tense and restless anyway, I shift beneath him, a hand in his hair, and my breath catches before I've thought through why, heart stuttering in my chest. "What —"