[ dextera kisses him back, soft, heedless of the mess on his stomach. it’s nothing compared to some of the things he’s been covered in before—not exactly a sexy thought, but one that crosses his mind all the same.
he’s panting quietly, his eyes half-lidded. when they part, he takes another kiss, and another, even if he doesn’t have the energy to make any one last for very long either.
he feels so good; his entire body is warm with pleasure, his thoughts moving languidly for the first time in a long while. ]
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he’s panting quietly, his eyes half-lidded. when they part, he takes another kiss, and another, even if he doesn’t have the energy to make any one last for very long either.
he feels so good; his entire body is warm with pleasure, his thoughts moving languidly for the first time in a long while. ]