"This isn't death, and I'm not sure death is a force that could be called off even if you did wish it."

He tells him, absently, as he settling him down onto his hands and knees and pouring himself down over him. He slips forward, nudging into him, breathing slipping until he's panting shallowly, bent over his back.

"Almost-"

Sinking into him is a rush of pure heat. He goes as slow as he can stand.