Dirty, gritty, far from charming, far from everything he's come to associate this with, but so fuckign in tune with the hurt and the pain and desperation that it was hard to treat it like a separate thing. The world was fucked and the were fucking. One thing bled into the next.

It was a hard order to disobey, especially when Mike's voice sounded like that. Tom gritted his teeth, and turned his face into Mike's neck to hide the sounds he made as he came, jerking unevenly against his stomach.