The last pieces of his shirt uniform were tearing away, freed from his body and left to fall to the floor smeared by their sweat. He could hear Ayel's choked breath, then silence as his hand was forced down from the tender flesh.

Couldn't reach his phaser, couldn't get past a strong thigh that he scratched his nails down. But his head was free. He started to try and hook his arm under that same thigh, trying to peel the other body off of his. His body hummed, screamed, thrumming as Ayel tore at him, ground against him.

It shouldn't have made him shudder.