I remember how we fitted together once before, smeared across the sky all dark and light. We're whole, and I don't know what whole is meant to feel like but I understand we, us, one thing together. His fingers are very tight in my hair and it's right that it hurts. It all hurts, really, tight pain and happiness one thing, like us.

His anus is tight and I move my tongue hard until I can't bear it any more. My body's quite impatient. I pull back: "I need." I shuffle clumsily to get myself in the right position, feel my penis press and slip against his spit-wet hole. "Hurt me," I tell him, very seriously, and start to push in.