"I think he's a little worn out." And a miracle Austin wasn't, too, but -- he swallowed again, neck arched, and then gave up. They could check on Liam later, maybe, or one of them could. He twitched under Harvard's hand, head arched back eyes narrowed to slits to watch him. Austin could only barely see him, but his imagination could fill in the rest.
"Just shouldn't...take too long, probably..." It sounded weak, and he kind of hated himself for it, so Austin countered by tangling his own fingers into Harvard's hair to pull him back down.