Harvestman buries his face in Arashi's neck, his movements frantic and desperate. He comes, his whole body shaking, crying out against Arashi's skin as if he was in pain. The force of it steals his strength; it feels like forever before he could even move, longer still until he remembers how to breathe. The full weight of his body was lying against Arashi, but it still takes effort for him to shift to the side, his arms tight around Arashi's shoulders, face still buried in his neck.

"You're incredible," he says, more of a sigh than words. "Fuck, that was amazing."