[Never had any of his orgasms been that intense or well wrung, it left him feeling boneless against Caleb's warm body, stayed clung to the man as he practically purrs with the attentions to his curls. Letting someone touch his hair was something culturally he would have never allowed, but in this moment, he wants this taboo contact, for his hair to be stroked with careful fingers. He just knew this was likely the only time and refused to deny himself anything.
Though he knew now that sex was over, some things were off the table.
Like a kiss.
He should have asked for a kiss at the end there, should have dove on those lips and taken his fill before it was over, but now if he kissed Caleb it would mean something more. It would be complicated and romantic and-- He couldn't. No matter how much, he would deny himself to bare his heart.
The chill of that reality settled in and started to ruin the afterglow that he was trying to bask in, in the thumos warm contentment that suffused through him at their continued contact.
Swallowing a sigh, Essek let his lips drag against collarbone once more as he pulls away with loose limbs. Masking the regret from his face that the action causes, wishing to be in Caleb's arms once again already.
Perhaps this was a bad idea.. yet he didn't regret it.]
Good, your neck is well healed.. I think I will-- [He makes an awkward gesture towards his clothing, though he doesn't move to step away.]
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Though he knew now that sex was over, some things were off the table.
Like a kiss.
He should have asked for a kiss at the end there, should have dove on those lips and taken his fill before it was over, but now if he kissed Caleb it would mean something more. It would be complicated and romantic and-- He couldn't. No matter how much, he would deny himself to bare his heart.
The chill of that reality settled in and started to ruin the afterglow that he was trying to bask in, in the thumos warm contentment that suffused through him at their continued contact.
Swallowing a sigh, Essek let his lips drag against collarbone once more as he pulls away with loose limbs. Masking the regret from his face that the action causes, wishing to be in Caleb's arms once again already.
Perhaps this was a bad idea.. yet he didn't regret it.]
Good, your neck is well healed.. I think I will-- [He makes an awkward gesture towards his clothing, though he doesn't move to step away.]