[He does come, and come hard, snarling loudly rather than growling as it hits him in a rush and he freezes up to empty himself into Petre. He's gasping by the time it's finished washing over him, utterly exhausted, blood seeping through the makeshift bandage on his arm and almost ready to drip, and he looks back to see the horror of Petre's face - and any hint or suggestion of afterglow is gone. He's cold all over, horrified, trying to jerk his hands free so he can release that awful grip and jerk Petre to orgasm instead of choking him. There will be bruises, brief but very much there, he's sure. Handprints around Petre's throat.]
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Jesus - Petre, let go -