Now that startled him about as much as the initial burning contact did. Mello's eyes flew open and he cried out again, this time with an entirely different tenor to his voice. His hands fell away from Sephiroth to scratch mindlessly at the ground instead, spine arching and chest heaving. After all, no matter the sensation, there was a whole lot of it rushing through him right now.
He was barely coherent, utterly confused by the foreign pleasure surging through his body, mixing with the pain, and all he knew was that it was wrong. His body was going into shock from the overwhelming pain despite his current perception of it, and he was gasping too-quickly for breath, still convulsing on the floor beneath Sephiroth.
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Date: 2011-06-27 08:36 am (UTC)He was barely coherent, utterly confused by the foreign pleasure surging through his body, mixing with the pain, and all he knew was that it was wrong. His body was going into shock from the overwhelming pain despite his current perception of it, and he was gasping too-quickly for breath, still convulsing on the floor beneath Sephiroth.