The little bit extra, the shockingly intense slide of Elijah's tongue, the fingers pressing against him, making something spark off inside him, and Elijah looking at him with that kind of hunger? That was all it took. The moan was icing on the cake, making his eyes unfocus, though not close, darken in a very human way, as he arched off the bed with a not-so-soft, wordless cry.

Total lack of restraint in the final arch, pushing into Elijah's mouth before he froze completely, even stopped breathing, came and came apart. Hard. Intense. Uninhibited. Darkness dancing at the edges of his vision. Everything.