[ later, with distance, he'll find it bewildering: the urgency, the adrenaline rush, murmuring like lovers when he doesn't even know shiro, not really -- couldn't pin more to his name than the crinkle of his eyes, smiling, and the way his voice roughens with a chase.
but memory's got a heartbeat anchored at his fingertips, desperate to hold it fast and echo with its every beat. hard to think of anything past the next thud, the next, and - ]
You should go.
[ as a knee digs hard against the springs; his grip tightens, neither push nor pull, and his pulse hammers in his throat, hotter still beneath the open press of a mouth. ]
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but memory's got a heartbeat anchored at his fingertips, desperate to hold it fast and echo with its every beat. hard to think of anything past the next thud, the next, and - ]
You should go.
[ as a knee digs hard against the springs; his grip tightens, neither push nor pull, and his pulse hammers in his throat, hotter still beneath the open press of a mouth. ]
Shiro.
[ reminder and warning both. ]