[ she rocks down against him and it feels so good to contrast with the pain: he digs his nails in a little more, pointedly, before loosening his grip. just testing. this is about catharsis for her after all, not about his.
he'd laugh at that playful snap if he could, but really all he can let out is the wet huff of a man that should be drowning on his own blood. he manages to nod, somehow, even with all the damage he's taken. maybe it's sheer willpower.
the arm she's mangling twitches, another rough noise pulled out of him. his good arm shifts, dragging his useless one up to rest its hand at her hip so he can tease her shirt up with the other, gripping down at her hip pointedly to drag her down against him, hips rolling up slowly. ]
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he'd laugh at that playful snap if he could, but really all he can let out is the wet huff of a man that should be drowning on his own blood. he manages to nod, somehow, even with all the damage he's taken. maybe it's sheer willpower.
the arm she's mangling twitches, another rough noise pulled out of him. his good arm shifts, dragging his useless one up to rest its hand at her hip so he can tease her shirt up with the other, gripping down at her hip pointedly to drag her down against him, hips rolling up slowly. ]