Gun is on top of Off again and his hands are on Off’s chest, as much as he wants control Off can see that he’s losing it a little.
“Can I help?”
Gun shakes his head.
Off knows Gun is aching to come, but wants to seem stronger, wants to make Off happy first, again. He’s happy to delay his own satisfaction a little longer if it means Off will love him another second, another minute.
Off sits himself, pulls Gun in, gets them chest to chest. He fucks up into Gun and runs a soothing hand over Gun’s back.