Title: It feels like...
Authors: msilverstar and unstealthy
Pairing: Dom Monaghan/Billy Boyd/Rachel Weisz
Rating: NC-17
Warning: D/s
Disclaimer: It's all made up. I mean, as if.
Summary: London, mid-2006. Dom's got nefarious plans, as usual. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List

It's lovely having both her men in her flat. A bit cramped, but Rachel's bought a bigger bed and they all fit in it nicely, and now, like this evening when she knows Dom's planning a scene, she's really excited that they're all there together. He's asked her and Billy to bathe, and Billy to dress in his normal clothes and her to put on her leather corset under a dress. Now they wait.

Dom doesn't enjoy dressing in bondage gear himself, but loves Rachel in her corset. He dries himself off after his shower and pulls on a clean pair of trousers and a t-shirt. Barefoot, he pads to the bedroom where Billy and Rachel are waiting, drinking in the anticipation. To prolong the feeling a little he pauses outside the bedroom door to listen to their murmured conversation, bouncing on the balls of his feet and taking deep breaths. He loves them so much, and loves being able to possess them both completely every now and again, when Billy's up for it. Like now.

It's just Dom, Billy reminds himself when he notices his finger beating rhythmically against his glass. Only Dom and Rachel, nothing to be nervous about: perhaps he's been playing these games too long, if he has such trouble giving over control, even to Dom. He leans close to Rachel, slides his hand to the small of her back, kissing her gently, then pressing his face against her hair. Her closeness steadies him, the lingering taste of her lipstick, and her smell: a little floral from her soap, a little leather from her corset, a little sex from her excitement.

Even though they haven't got going, Billy's closeness and obvious delight in her, plus the feeling of the corset tight around her, has Rachel full of anticipation and excitement. She sighs and settles closer to him, and it's as if her senses are heightened. She's acutely aware of the softness of the pillow, Billy's breathing, the familiar scent and feel of his body. "Can't get enough of you," she murmurs.

"I could watch you two all day, you don't even have to do anything," Dom says, leaning against the doorframe. They really are lovely together, and the thought of having both of them at his bidding makes his cock twitch.

"Voyeur", Billy says mock-accusing, but Dom's watching is actually rather hot. Billy turns and slides one knee on the bed, leaning close to Rachel, easing her head down so he can kiss her neck. She tastes lovely.

There's a multitude of nefarious plans in Dom's mind, but he's happy to just stand and stare for a few moments, let them perform for him. He lazily rubs his cock through his trousers, meeting Rachel's gaze as Billy kisses her neck. "Nice, Bill. Let your hands wander a bit."

With one arm across Rachel's back for her to lean against, Billy moves his mouth down further, kissing the base of Rachel's neck and leaving a little mark there. His other hand goes under her breast, above the corset, cupping it gently and running his thumb across her nipple. He sighs happily and goes on, letting her fill his senses.

"Oh!" Rachel surges against Billy as his finger caresses her nipple through the silk of her dress, and she hears a rumble of approval from the doorway. Her hips rub against Billy's thigh and she can feel his cock moving in his trousers, which excites her even more. "So sexy," she murmurs.

"Yeah, it is, fucking sexy," Dom agrees. But it's time for him to take charge. He takes a couple of steps over to the chest of drawers, where he'd earlier laid out the things he'd need for the scene, and picks up a pair of leather cuffs. "Move away from her, Bill."

"Aye, aye, sir," Billy answers, only half joking. He stands up and takes a step or two backwards, relishing the anticipation. It's odd but good to have Dom run the scene, build the tension.

As Dom approaches the bed, Rachel rolls on to her back and he can see her breasts move under the silk of her dress. He licks his lips. "Dress off," he orders. She sits up and wriggles her way easily out of the silk shift, tossing it on to the floor. Heat sears Dom's body as Rachel exposes herself, now wearing nothing but the leather corset cinching her waist. "Lie down, arms over your head." He kneels beside her on the bed and secures her wrists to the headboard. The cuffs are fleece padded. "Comfy?"

"Yes," Rachel says quietly, a flush on her cheeks and chest. "Thank you." It feels amazing, restrained like this and practically naked while Dom and Billy are still both fully dressed.

Billy has a perspective that he doesn't usually get when tying Rachel to the bed, and he has a sudden delight in her gorgeous body, longing to touch her, a spike of lust. "May I? touch her," he asks Dom, sounding a bit plaintive to his own ears.

"Please do," Dom says. "Feel free, there's lots of room." He indicates the generous amount of space on the bed on Rachel's other side, and lies down beside her, propping himself up on one elbow and running his palm possessively over her body.

Kneeling on the bed, Billy bends to stroke Rachel's feet, which are sweet and fresh from her shower. He nibbles along the long bone in the top of her foot and down to her big toe. "Beautiful feet," he murmurs, having finally admitted that he has a bit of a thing about feet. Billy likes Dom's star tattoos, but Rachel's toes are special.

Billy's worshipping Rachel's feet, and she loves it. So much that she barely notices Dom's not there until the bed dips when he returns and kneels on it. "Forgot something important," he says, grinning down at her. He's holding an eye-mask. "Head up." Rachel lifts her head and he tugs the elastic around the back of her head and settles the mask on her face.

"Comfy?"

"Fine, yes," Rachel says, breathing out.

Now that she's blind, Rachel's hyper-aware of every touch, particularly as she doesn't know where they're going to land next. Suddenly Dom's mouth is at the crook of her elbow, and she sighs at the softness of his mouth combined with the scrape of his chin stubble over her skin.

"Talk as much as you like, " Dom murmurs. The skin on Rachel's inner arm is so soft, and he brushes his lips back and forth over it and then presses his mouth to her bicep, breathing in her scent. Rachel hums softly in response, and Dom drops kisses all the way to her wrist and back again.

Meanwhile, Billy's been finding the tender places on Rachel's legs, content to let Dom set the pace. His hand slides up to cuddle Rachel's arse as he kisses his way up the outside of her thigh. Her cunt smells of sex: he's anticipating tasting her, whenever Dom says he might.

"Mmm." Dom kisses his way to Rachel's shoulder, then along her collarbone. She's sighing and humming happily, and so Dom continues, after glancing down at where Billy's deep in concentration on his work. Dom smiles into Rachel's shoulder and kisses down to her soft, smooth breast, lapping around her nipple before latching on and sucking gently at it.

"Oh, that's good," Rachel whispers, as Dom's suckling produces an answering tug in her clit, making her writhe a little.

"Come up here Bill," Dom says, reaching down and tugging gently on Billy's hair. "Get the other side for me."

That's a lovely idea, and Billy moves up Rachel's body until he's at her tit, mirroring Dom's action, feeling Rachel's moans get louder and more heartfelt by the minute. "God, you're beautiful," he says, looking up at her masked face, which gives him a little frisson of arousal. Then he looks back at Dom for direction.

"Keep going," Dom says. "Would you like more, Rachel?"

"Oh, yes, please, harder!" Rachel pleads. Bound, constricted, the two of them close and sucking on her breasts is almost unbearably good.

Billy sucks harder on her nipple, scraping her breast lightly with his teeth and savouring the way she tenses and groans.

Wriggling around a bit, Dom manages to prop himself up on the same arm as the hand that's cupping Rachel's breast. That leaves his other hand free to reach across and touch Billy. It's rather clumsy, but Dom pushes Billy's shirt up to slide his hand underneath, needing to feel Billy's skin under his palm.

Dom's touch is unexpected, but Billy's not complaning. In fact, he's humming, right around Rachel's nipple, which he pulls gently out with his lips, then pushes in with his tongue. She makes lovely sexy little noises that make Billy smile against her breast, while he's moving under Dom's hand like a cat being stroked.

The harder they suck, the more excited Rachel gets. She can hear them breathing, feel Billy's humming against her skin as he tugs on her nipple. "Oh, please," she breathes, tensing her muscles to increase her arousal, "Please, more!"

Dom's cock is rock-hard, and he vainly rubs it against Rachel's thigh, not getting much stimulation through the fabric of his trousers. Instead he focuses on her, wanting to make her come like this, sucking harder on her nipple and scraping it with his teeth.

Reaching over to sling his arm round Dom, Billy matches his rhythm, so Rachel's getting them both at once, as they pull and release. Her response is exciting, arousing, and surrounding her with Dom is perfect.

She can't see them, but can feel their excitement. Every deep breath Rachel takes presses her ribs against her corset, and as she tugs and strains and they suck on her breasts, she lifts her head and comes. It's a gentle, rolling orgasm rather than sharp and intense, making her groan softly and lift her hips.

Billy holds her as she comes, following Dom's lead in slowing his attentions to her tits. It's a fantastic feeling, knowing they've done it for her without even touching her cunt.

As Rachel stills, Dom lets her nipple pop out of his mouth. "Gorgeous," he says and pulls himself up to kiss her on the mouth and capture her panting breaths. Inside he's one big yell of triumph, but keeps his cool on the outside, staying in control. There's still a long way to go.

Rachel hums happily into the kiss. "Thank you," she murmurs against Dom's mouth.

Head resting against Rachel's chest, Billy strokes her as much as he can reach, teasing touches reminding her that there's more to come, though Billy has no specific idea of what. Dom's body is thrumming with excitement and Billy's looking forward to whatever happens next.

"I want to you strip, Bill," Dom says. "Nice and slowly with those buttons."

"Yeah?" Billy asks, but it's a rhetorical question. He turns over on the big bed, undoing the first button slowly and running his fingers down his skin. If he were anywhere else, with anyone else, he could never keep from laughing. He undoes the next button and looks at Dom looking at him, and his breath catches.

"Nice," Dom says, trailing his fingertips over Billy's exposed chest. He sits up and tugs Billy to sit up too, then leans across Rachel's body and kisses Billy on the mouth.

Rachel can't see what's going on, but it feels like they're sitting up. The wet noises and soft moans she can hear sounds like they're kissing, and as Rachel can only imagine what that looks like rather than see it for herself, it's almost more sexy. She imagines tongues in mouths, fingers on necks and in hair. It makes her squirm a little.

One of Billy's hands is round Dom and the other on Rachel's arm, making Billy feel like a bit of wire connecting two circuits. Dom's mouth is more demanding than usual, and Billy forgets for a moment and resists. But it's Dom's show and Billy wants him to have it, so he relaxes and opens for Dom's tongue.

Much as he'd like to continue snogging Billy, Dom breaks it off. "Carry on, I want you naked," he says, then looks down at Rachel and draws a strand of her hair between his fingers. "Don't you wish you could see?" he says.

"Yes," Rachel says softly. "But I'm just happy to be here with you." And she means it.

When Rachel's that submissive, Billy's mind automatically fills with things he'd like to do to her. And Dom. And have Dom do to her. And wonders what Dom's going to do to both of them, inspired by Dom's notably perverted mind. Billy licks his lips, savouring the last bits of Dom-taste, and undoes his shirt, flushing a bit at the ideas he's come up with, and Dom's steady, measuring look. Getting rid of the rest takes just another minute, and then Billy, naked, meets Dom's eyes, and smiles.

Dom deliberately looks Billy up and down, raking his eyes over Billy's body and not smiling back. "He's naked, Rachel," Dom says in his best sex voice. "Sitting on the bed, naked and gorgeous, his cock hard. I think he wants you, but he's not going to get you." Dom slides off the bed and stands. "Stay there, Bill, and don't touch her."

Billy nods, and then realises that Rachel can't see him, so he says, "I won't." But now, of course, he wants to more than ever, can feel the heat of her thigh an inch from his knee, can see the sheen of sweat on her belly. "What next, Dom...inic?" he asks, because he just can't resist taking the piss, just a little.

"What's next is you not touching Rachel and doing exactly as I tell you," Dom says, mildly irritated by Billy's tone. He pulls off his t-shirt and unzips his trousers, letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them so he's naked too. He walks around the bed, picking up another pair of cuffs from the chest of drawers on the way past, and goes to stand behind Billy. The cuffs he drops on the corner of the bed out of Billy's peripheral vision.

Rachel's thoroughly intrigued by the dynamic between them, and, on hearing what sounds like Dom undressing is frustrated that she can't see him and Billy now that they're naked. It's interesting to have Billy in the subordinate role, lightly teasing Dom, giving Dom a taste of his own medicine. Even more she wishes she could see.

Leaning back, Billy rests his head on Dom's stomach, amused by Dom's cock pressing against the back of his neck. He's silent, wishing he could touch Rachel, but still waiting for Dom's direction.

Billy's being frustratingly inscrutable. Dom steps back. "What do you want, Billy?" he says, his voice low and a little harsh.

Thats not a flippant question, and Billy suppresses his temptation to tease. "Let me taste her?" he asks, "or you, just...." Billy can feel his heart speeding up, thinking about it. "Please, Dom, let me use my mouth?"

"No," Dom says simply, suddenly enjoying the power.

Rachel's breath catches a little at this. She knows how hard Billy finds it to stand back and watch, to hold off when he wants to touch and kiss. So Dom's being particularly cruel. Again, she wishes she could see Billy's face.

"Tell me what you see, Bill," Dom says, voice low and a little less harsh.

"I see a gorgeous woman," Billy says, wondering where Dom's going with this, "tied to a bed." He takes a breath, and says, "She's blindfolded and she's wearing a corset with nothing above or beneath, all the sexier because her waist is laced so tightly..." He trails off there, wondering if he's on the right track.

Dom's in the mood to goad a reaction out of Billy. "You want her, don't you," he says.

"Yeah," Billy says, his voice low but loud enough for Rachel to hear, "I do want her, like this, with the blindfold on."

It's not enough. Dom wonders if he can get Billy to beg. "How much do you want her, do you want to touch her?"

Billy has no idea why Dom is doing this, but he's willing to go along as long as Rachel looks all right. He wipes his hands on his thighs and answers, "A lot, I want her so much." That doesn't seem like enough, so he asks a bit plaintively, "What should I do, to be allowed?"

Now Billy's tone is a little more pleading, but Dom's on a roll now. "What if I didn't allow you to touch? What if you had to make do with just looking?" He gets to the point. "Make do with me? Would you beg for that?" He almost doesn't want to know the answer.

Rachel can't really understand where Dom's going. Billy's never given Dom any reason to doubt his feelings, so it can't be that. She wants to much to be able to see their faces, the body language, find out exactly what's going on here, but at the same time she's not about to break into something that feels new and different.

"It's never just 'making do' with you Dom," Billy says, "You know I love you." Somehow that came out wrong, and Dom's seeming so brittle that he might shatter at any moment. "Please let me?" he asks, "Use my mouth, blow you?"

"No," Dom says simply. More and more, he's in the mood to deny Billy and see what happens. He moves up to the bed behind Billy and tugs on Billy's shoulders. "Kneel up."

Following Dom's pull, Billy rearranges his legs until he can kneel up in front of Dom obediently, slightly too far from Rachel to touch her. "Like this?" he asks, Dom's breath hot on the back of his neck.

The bed dips, and Rachel assumes Dom is getting on to it too. She can hear Billy's breathing catch a little and wonders if Dom is touching him. Her hunch is confirmed when Dom says, "Put your hands behind my back."

With his arms around Dom behind him, Billy's pinning his own back to Dom's chest, a rather clever idea that he'll have to try sometime. He shifts a little to rub against Dom's skin, closing his eyes to feel it better.

"Yeah, good," Dom says. He rubs his cock against Billy's arse and runs his palms over Billy's chest. He loves having Billy in his arms, and having him compliant like this, with Rachel tied up in front of them... Dom knows he's going to struggle to keep control. But there's also a matter of principle here, so he licks Billy's neck and murmurs against Billy's skin. "Now it's just you and me, and you can't touch her. How does that feel?"

Billy knows that Rachel likes to watch, and he can see her shiver at Dom's tone even if she can't hear the words. He'd like to take her blindfold off but shan't ask until he's sussed out what Dom really wants. "Um," Billy says, "like a beast in a cage," he says, slowly, moving against Dom's body, "with a bloody sexy other beast." Odd words, but the best he can do.

Billy's not nearly desperate enough. Dom puts on his best sexy voice and speaks low in Billy's ear, in a way that normally never fails to turn Billy to jelly. "Look at her. Look at her pussy, her tits, her smooth thighs, her mouth, her neck." Dom tightens his hold around Billy's body. "You can't. Have her."

"Please, Dom, what should I say?" Billy's completely at sea, aroused and baffled by Dom's behaviour, his outrageously sexy voice, his cock against Billy's arse. "Is this a punishment or a test? Or are you out to drive me mad, because if you are, it's working."

Now they're getting somewhere. Slowly, Dom slides his palm down Billy's body and wraps his hand around Billy's hard cock, hearing Billy's intake of breath as he does so. "You're mine," he growls.

Leaning his head against Dom's shoulder, Billy moans a bit. He's keeping an eye on Rachel, she seems more interested than upset, so he doesn't worry. "Ahhhhhhh, that's fucking fantastic," and when he feels Dom hesitate, he says, "Please, don't stop!"

At that, Rachel can't possibly hold back the whimper that escapes from her mouth. The sound of Billy's excitement is incredible, doubly so since she can only imagine what Dom's doing to produce that response. "God, I wish I could see," she murmurs.

Dom hasn't got any intention of stopping, at least not yet. "Got Billy's cock in my hand, Rachel, and he's loving it," Dom says, his voice getting huskier with his own arousal.

Putty in Dom's clever hands, Billy just moans and twists his own arm a bit so he can move a hand down to Dom's gorgeous arse. "Yeah," he moans again, suddenly glad he doesn't have to control anything at the moment: Dom's scene, and Billy quite likes being man-handled, he finds.

Things seem to be going well, Rachel thinks, until suddenly she hears Dom say, sharply, "Did I give you permission to do that?" She holds her breath, waiting to see what happens.

Body freezing still, Billy's breath catches. "I'm sorry," he says, shaken to find himself truly regretting having moved his hand.

"Much better," Dom murmurs and kisses Billy's neck. He can feel the tension in Billy's body, and is pleased that it seems to ebb away as Dom's hand goes back to his cock. This time Dom pinches Billy's nipple with his other hand and nips his earlobe. "D'you want to come over her?"

"Ohyeah," spills out of Billy, without any thought. "If that's what you want...?" because Dom's been so prickly, and Billy really terribly wants to make him happy.

Ohgod, please, yes, Rachel thinks, wondering if she should say it out loud.

"How much do you want it," Dom says, slackening his hold on Billy's cock, and at the same time rubbing himself against Billy's arse.

"Please," Billy says, and then feeling oddly shy, "if you want me to."

"I do." Dom tugs Billy's hands free and reaches for the cuffs on the corner of the bed. "But not yet." He snaps the cuffs on to Billy's wrists, so his hands are bound behind his back, and then attaches the cuffs to the bed frame before shuffling on his knees across the bed to sit between Rachel's feet. "Not until I'm done with her."

Billy whines a little as Dom moves away, and a little more at Dom's words. He sits on his heels, sighing as the strain goes off his thighs, and tries to settle himself to watch Dom and Rachel. They're always fucking gorgeous together, but Billy aches to touch either one of them, to kiss or suck or something.

Rachel sighs as Dom's hands run over her body: breasts, her waist in the corset and down to her thighs. He pushes her legs gently apart and moments later she cries out as his mouth makes contact with her clit. "Mm, you taste good," he says, words she knows are as much for Billy's benefit as her own. She doesn't know what Billy's doing right now, but she's well aware that Dom's forbidden him to touch, and what that will mean to Billy.

At least Billy can look. He takes a deep breath, trying to maintain a shred of his self-control. He just wants them both so much.

It doesn't take long to bring Rachel to a place where she's gasping and writhing very satisfactorily. Dom loses himself in it for a few minutes, his face surrounded by her softness, the taste and smell of her excitement, one hand groping all over her body. When it seems that she's in imminent danger of coming he sits back on his heels and lifts her hips into his lap. Glancing over at Billy, it's not hard to tell that he's desperate: sweating, licking his lips, his chest heaving, his cock standing, full and hard. Dom grins and then pushes his cock into Rachel's slippery cunt, making sure that Billy has as good a view as possible.

Moaning, body yearning for touch, Billy can't not look. Dom's amazing -- reverent, dominant -- and Billy can't be sure if wants to touch Dom or Rachel more. "God, so fucking beautiful," he says, "both of you, impossible..." They turn, Dom looking and Rachel just hearing, and Billy says, "Please let me touch, want to touch, I need to, my mouth, anything."

"Not this time," Dom says, trying to keep his voice level -- and stern -- while starting to fuck Rachel hard and fast.

The voices are ceasing to mean anything to Rachel, as she tumbles helplessly towards orgasm, hyper-aware of her other four senses with the one missing. She yanks on the restraints and wraps her legs around Dom's waist, gasping and crying out as at last she comes, hard this time, her body shuddering and jerking.

"Nnngh," Dom groans as Rachel's muscles clamp around his cock.

Billy whines as he watches them, desperate. He doesn't mean to move forward, he's not supposed to, but they are so gorgeous like that, he can't help it. But at that moment, Billy's brought up fast by by his cuffs, which are attached to something solid behind him. He's chained up like a dog and all he wants is to be with them. "Please, Dom?" he says, "Now? soon? please, oh God I need to touch."

Dom's aware that Billy's talking and has to focus hard to understand. He's losing himself in fucking her, now. "Not -- yet!" he groans, and then after a few moments more he comes himself, head back, with a long, deep, satisfied groan.

Closing his eyes, Billy sets his jaw and tries to control himself. He can still hear them, making lovely sexy noises, but it's not as intense as watching them. Dom will let him go soon, he knows that, but his cock is still thrusting into the air, his body still aching to touch, and there's nothing to do but wait.

Dom gradually comes back to earth and turns to Billy, frowning. Billy seems to have switched himself off in a way, detached himself from what's going on; a defence mechanism, maybe. Dom pulls out of Rachel, ignoring the mess, and crawls over to Billy, releasing the cuffs from their attachment. "You've been good," Dom murmurs, stroking Billy's hair and kissing his face. "Would you like me to make you come now? Come over Rachel?"

"Anything," Billy reaches for Dom, shuddering a little. "With you and with her, please."

Rachel wants to see so badly she could almost cry with frustration. She can hear Dom and Billy shifting against each other, and now what sounds distinctly like Dom wanking Billy. She can hear Billy panting and gasping softly, and Dom murmuring to him. If only she could see them.

With one arm, Dom holds Billy close, and with his free hand he palms Billy's cock with quick, firm strokes. "Love you," he whispers. "Love you so much."

"Dom," Billy's abashed, disconcerted, still reeling from watching them together, "I'll never not love you". His hand grips Dom's shoulder as he pushes against Dom's touch, Dom's perfect irresistible touch, and comes so hard he can't see or hear or think.

Billy's groans are music to Rachel's ears, and then she feels warm wetness hit her thigh and belly. "Oh god, I wish I could see!" she cries, as it finally becomes too much for her.

As Billy's shaking, panting body paints Rachel's skin with streaks of semen, Dom holds him close, kissing his face and hair. "You okay?" he asks, as at last Billy's eyes open again and try to focus.

Panting, Billy nods. He manages to say, "Fantastic," but it comes out in a strange wheeze, still shaken by feeling so desperate before. "You?" he looks at Dom, "what you wanted?" His hand automatically goes to Rachel, to cup her hip and make a little contact.

"Just what I wanted," Dom murmurs, and kisses Billy on the mouth, slow and deep, basking in their communal afterglow.

"Get this fucking blindfold off!" Rachel almost yells.

Dom immediately breaks off the kiss. "Oh shit, sorry." Still maintaining some contact with Billy's skin, Dom leans over and unlatches the cuffs from the bedhead. Rachel immediately whips off the eyeshade and sits up, tugging Dom and Billy to lie down with her.

Billy collapses on his side next to Rachel. "Fuck," he says, "love you both, even when you do drive me mad." He nuzzles Rachel's hair and then kisses her tenderly when she turns to him.

When Rachel turns to Billy, Dom finds her back is to him. He starts to unhook her corset, kissing her shoulder blades and the back of her neck. When the last hook is free, she sighs and takes a huge breath in, twisting on to her back and pulling the restricting garment off. Dom tosses it on to the floor and quickly unbuckles the cuffs which follow the corset's trajectory. Dom traces the marks the corset has left on her pale skin. "I wish I'd taken a picture of you like that, in the corset, bound and blindfolded. You looked amazing. Didn't she, Bill?"

Reaching for Dom, Billy smiles at both of them, "She looked fantastic, but there's always more time for photos. You looked pretty hot yourself, on top of her." He laughs at himself, he can fuck both of them silly, but sometimes he can't even manage to say the word.

"I'm glad you approved," Dom grins, reaching over Rachel to twine his fingers with Billy's. At times like this, he's really not sure what he worries about. Here they are, together, the way it should be. The way it'll always be.

"You wear me out," Billy announces, squeezing Dom's hand, kissing Rachel's earlobe, "I need a nap more than anything." His eyelids are heavy and he can't really think properly.