[ Thomas trembles under Heartland's hands, under the fingers tracing over him, but he starts to relax and slowly pulls himself onto Heartland's lap, keeping the covers over himself.

(the heat burns in him but he knows now, for certain, that he will be filled and fucked and knotted, and so it's less... demanding)

(and heats don't usually do that, don't usually respond to logic that way but)

(but Thomas is messed up, isn't he, in his body and in his head, too, and for a moment he grasps that thought and laughs, abruptly, something sharp and visceral and broken) ]