Shadow Mountain tell me what color the sun really is

It is soon his movements become erratic and short, his body rushing to a sudden stop. One last thrust, bringing them as close as he can possibly achieve, and holding her there until his body remembers how to move again. He slumps, heaves a breath, and tries to keep his weight even but struggles in the position he's in. His nose rests against the back of her neck, pulse is loud in his ear and for a few seconds it's all he can focus on. Whatever restraint he'd had moments ago had long since flown out the window and he's not entirely sure he'll be able to get it back. 

His nose presses against her, nuzzling with a gentleness he's not been able to show her before. A quiet whine slips the cover, eyes heavy lidded and closing, and he slowly lets himself drape to one side. Still quite unsteady, he depends on her balance for a moment as he brings his nose alongside her neck this time and nibbles against her fur. His breathing becomes slow and rigid at times, leaning into her again in as much of an apology he can muster. His claim is not forgotten, the longer they remain together solidifies them as one, but the more his high drops, the more he realizes the extent of his damage.