He gasped at the movement, swallowing as it shuddered along nerves that were by now so very raw and he ached. It was almost enough to drown out what Devin was saying, but he forced himself back up out of the haze to pay attention. Listen.

He smiled a little, fingers smoothing automatically through Devin's hair as the words formed a sentence, or at least most of one.

"If we..."

The sentence started to coalesce. Don't stop. That was the important part until it hit him what they didn't want to stop, and then it all came crashing down. Lips and hips and tongues and his eyes flew wide open, scared, terrified, and guilt and he rolled off of Devin and slammed into the side of the bed, sitting up, sprawled.

"Oh my god..."