His back hit the cold tiled wall, the pain of the sudden impact rushing through his from overstimulation sensitive body.

His skin was hot against the tiles, his breathy groans hot against his suddenly dry puffy lips. He could feel the waves of heat rush from the core and all over his body, reaching every last cell from the top of his head to the end of his fingers and toes. His sweaty hands trailed over the wall as he was looking for support.

He wasn’t used to being like that. He wasn’t used to his legs and muscles being shaky, feeling like they were suddenly made of goo. He was shaky, unsteady and grateful for the wall that was his only support. 
It felt as if all his blood rushed to his head, his heart quivering and pounding rapidly against his ribs which rose quickly as his breaths were deep and needy for the air which he was suddenly not getting no matter how many times he tried to somehow it in though his lips.

Shivers were suddenly running down his spine, his limbs even weaker as the world around him started to spin uncontrolably and as fast as the wall caught him a minute ago, it released him, making the boy stumble forth, his hands reaching out to stop the fall.