[ Oh thank fucking god; he didn't have a problem helping her along after he finished, but he's so tired now he'd just honestly prefer not to have to, and the way she clenches down, the feeling he can feel radiating from her, sheer completion, her hands on his shoulders for stability and support, whatever she's saying to him, he can't hear it well enough beyond the force of his own finishing, finally letting himself go as she's done and doing right now all around him, and he similarly tenses, another creak to the bed as his arms try to pull down towards himself, flexing and straining to match her own tightening and going taut. His eyes are closed, and he doesn't really remember how that happened, and he's breathing a bit heavier around and into the gag, because what else does he have to do. ]
somedaaaaaaaaaaaay, over the raaaaainbowww