Corvo was confused for a moment when the Outsider stilled his hand, but soon at all made sense as the Outsider brought them together. He moaned deeply and returned the Outsider's kiss. His head spun and he felt like he was flying as he drew closer and closer to release. He felt light headed as the Outsider continued to kiss him fiercely. When the kiss ended, Corvo gasped for air and lay beneath the Outsider panting as he leaned close to pant into his ear.
Almost as soon as he heard the Outsider's words he was climaxing; his body shuddering harshly as he cried out his partner's name. Corvo was vaguely aware of the Outsider finishing shortly after him. His vision was white and his ears rang. He felt fingers running through his hair and heard the Outsider speaking softly to him, slowly bringing him back down.
Corvo forced himself to take deep breathes and to focus on the points of contact between himself and the Outsider. He closed his eyes and let himself be pulled into an embrace. Corvo curled into the Outsider's touch, still shaking softly. The arm wrapped tightly around his back and the fingers running through his hair helped to ground him. He tucked his head into the Outsider's chest under his chin, and breathed in deeply.
He listened to his partner praise him softly and shivered, curling into him tighter. It would be several long moments before he realized he was crying. Corvo wept softly, the many months of hell he had endured slowly leaking out. He had suffered for so long, and lived in a state of constant fear and paranoia; never feeling safe, always waiting for someone to come along and slit his throat. But here, in the Outsider's arms, he finally felt safe enough to let go, to let himself mourn and to show weakness.
His voice cracked as he tried to thank the Outsider, it giving out on him completely. He tightened his grip on the Outsider and sobbed brokenly.
(Corvo-8)