Bod not only kept his pace, he almost upped it. He reached down somewhere inside himself, past his walled off heart and his locked up feelings and found that extra bit of endurance to make the pace aggressively harsh now.

His own vision tilted and he closed his eyes, heard his breathing roaring in his ears even louder and just kept rocking. It was automatic now and he felt the coiling and tightening in his gut almost like it was far away but ready to completely overtake him shortly.