At the edge of my consciousness, I'm dimly aware of Bits coming all over my knuckles. I feel the white-hot spurts of it, feel him go limp and boneless against the bed. There is not a single part of me that wants to pull out, away from him. I just can't yet, so I collapse on top of him and suck in deep breaths as my arms go around him, smearing his come into our skin.

"Bitty," I murmur, unable to say anything else. He's warm and trembling underneath me and I just love him so fiercely. My whole word is narrowed down to him, and I open my mouth against his jaw as I struggle to get a hold of myself.