Oh, god, [Zay whimpers as their joined fingers touch him.]
Nate... I... I...
[With the last bit of his remaining brainpower, he pushes on Nathan's shoulder, trying to shift his angle. Not for himself, but for Nathan, trying to do what he can to encourage the angle where Ferran can more easily hit his prostrate.]
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Nate... I... I...
[With the last bit of his remaining brainpower, he pushes on Nathan's shoulder, trying to shift his angle. Not for himself, but for Nathan, trying to do what he can to encourage the angle where Ferran can more easily hit his prostrate.]