Found it! The rest of the fic is written in cheerful, unpretentious, straightforward prose, and then suddenly this flies out of left-field: Especially when Maka’s velvet heat was encasing him with her searing tightness.
(And it's supposed to be third-person limited from Soul's POV, too...)
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(And it's supposed to be third-person limited from Soul's POV, too...)