The teeth get a roar and Yuri jerks wildly. It isn't possible to come again. Not so close to the last time. His body tries to anyway. Because having Beka here and pushing past every physical edge, pushing them both into something new - Yuri will pour every last scrap he has into that.

This is theirs. They did this, made this, claimed this.

He clings tight as the frantic pace dies down. Sobbing for breath. Refusing to let Beka up yet, even though that would help with the breathing.