It's not just his blood that's singing: it's like every single nerve is on fire, like he can feel every single heartbeat whisper underneath his skin. He's hyper-alert of the fingers pressing slowly inside of him, the push and stretch of them, and he idly imagines he can feel Alfie's fingerprints on his throat, feel Alfie's pulse against his own. He's silent and still, but not even close to absent.