Time passed, but neither of them could have said how much.
The room was quiet now, save for the sound of their breathing slowly evening out. Trevor's arms remained around him, anchoring them both as the intensity ebbed. Lucas was still stretched around the knot, too full to move, his body trembling with the aftershocks.
His cheek rested against Trevor's shoulder, skin damp with sweat and flushed with heat. His lashes fluttered against flushed skin, too dazed to speak, too exhausted to lift his head. He could still feel the bite at his nape, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, raw, sore, undeniably real.
Trevor pressed a kiss to the mark, soft and slow.
"I'm here," he whispered, like a promise. "Just breathe."
