Over the past few weeks, he had accessed these particular memories more times than he cared to admit. He ached for her constantly, his soul was stretched thin - begging him to finally take her as his own. To resist was near impossible but he held back from coming on too strong, he didn't want to pressure her into something she wasn't ready for and so here he was again, jerking off into his own hand. He remembered the way her lips had felt around his cock, sucking and pulling him deep into her throat, hungrily taking more and more as she gagged on the size of him, so perfect. He pumped his hand a few more times and watched as his come swirled around the drain, instead of inside his bond. 