Logic
Logic isn't part of Ash's vocabulary as he bites his hand, trying to keep together whatever is left from his mind. He knows it isn't logical for him to feel like drowning when he gasps for short breaths of air, and the ceiling he's staring at isn't supposed to swirl. He knows it isn't logical for the world around them to blur. But when Gary's mouth continues to move over his burning erection and softly teasing the head, logic isn't at the top Ash's priorities.
So he just sits on the desk, hands lost in the soft dark hair of his partner, moans dripping from his lips and joining the noises from Gary, who hymns around the hot organ in his mouth, causing his partner to scream softly, arch for more and hit his head against the wall behind them. He can't even remember what he originally came to bathroom for; now his mind is nothing less but filled with lust for more and ah yes–! Ash bucks his hips, but the iron grip of Gary's hands on them isn't moving an inch, and Ash knows Gary is in one of those moods; determined to make the other feel good on his own terms.
Soft breaths. Shaking legs, thrashing weakly next to Gary's head. Intense, burning passion inside him that swallows the time and place around them; shallow existence of the world buried under a moment of heated lust.
Who needs logic anyway?
(Uploading this shorty now too. The next one is going to be a lot longer~)