[ orgasm had been achieved and now they were twined together, coming down from the peak-- the drugged feeling of Thumos as it coursed through him. As if he would push Essek away, no. He did not have it in him to do so, he wanted the closeness. He'd blame it on aftercare, making sure that Essek came down from it; no they hadn't done anything like truly kinky but they had, done something that he'd never expected in his wildest imaginings to occur.
Perhaps it would be the only time, but at least he would have that memory.
His fingers stroked locks of curls as they sprigged forth, and then settling at the undercut, his body felt a low honey hum and he was glad that at least they'd entered into this moment willingly, without the sake of the sex-pollen.
There was nothing though that he could say that he felt would be appropriate, what did you speak in moments like this? He was at a loss. ]
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Perhaps it would be the only time, but at least he would have that memory.
His fingers stroked locks of curls as they sprigged forth, and then settling at the undercut, his body felt a low honey hum and he was glad that at least they'd entered into this moment willingly, without the sake of the sex-pollen.
There was nothing though that he could say that he felt would be appropriate, what did you speak in moments like this? He was at a loss. ]