[His breathing is quick and shallow now, and both his fists seem to clench and unfold at random, one in IV's hair and one in the sheets.

(it's too good, too good for him to last)

(he can feel IV's throat working around him and his groans as he struggles to take him in deeper and)

He pulls IV in with one hand by the hair, never mind that he can't go any deeper than this -- he wants to keep him there, hold him until neither of them can take it any longer.]

IV...IV, it's...nnh, it's good, you're so...