[That's fine with Roxas, he's done with talking. Most of what escapes his lips is incoherent babbling, phonetic sounds that never really go anywhere and of course, Lea's name.
There isn't a lot of warning, a trembling hand tangled into Lea's hair for a moment before he comes, trembling beneath him.]
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There isn't a lot of warning, a trembling hand tangled into Lea's hair for a moment before he comes, trembling beneath him.]