They're fucking when the end comes, Mike's hand in his hair, legs around him, kissing with a desperation John only understands later when it, like everything else, is Too Late. They're coming together hard enough to slam the bed into the wall, relentless bam bam over the metallic twang of springs, under the gasps and groans, and John actually thinks the first explosion is part of it, all in his head, sex and noise. Mike wraps tighter around him, squeezes, don't stop still echoing in John's head when the second explosion shakes the entire room; the lube falls off the table, rolls under the bed
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Explosively, at any rate. :p
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