Not devoured or controlled or caged, but enveloped, held, wrapped like a precious thing. He wonders, in the parts of his mind not taken over by pleasure, whether Johann knows-

He's too addled to remember what Johann might know. But there is something important and heart-cracking and he hopes Johann knows it, even if he knows it the stupid-simple way Johann knows most things.

The tips of his fingers scrape around the inside of Johann's as he feels the knot of tense pleasure release and all of his fragile bones loosen.