He lay there on top of Bull for some time, shivering but un-moving, kissing him back with exhausted gentleness. He could feel Bull slowly going softer inside him, could smell sex and dampness and magic thick in the air around them. Somehow, it made the room seem smaller, quieter, intimate. He stirred more only once he'd had enough of the taste of Bull's lips and tongue.
"Your room's a mess." The voice was too satisfied and raw to be properly apologetic. "It was a split-second decision. I liked these drapes too much to make for a repeat."
He shifted off of Bull gingerly, and rolled to the side, picking at all of the places his hair was plastered to his face. He was certain his moustache was wrecked.
The lights still hurt his sensitive eyes, but the way it made everything seem glowing, fuzzed out the details ... oddly romantic.
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Date: 2017-05-03 04:35 am (UTC)"Your room's a mess." The voice was too satisfied and raw to be properly apologetic. "It was a split-second decision. I liked these drapes too much to make for a repeat."
He shifted off of Bull gingerly, and rolled to the side, picking at all of the places his hair was plastered to his face. He was certain his moustache was wrecked.
The lights still hurt his sensitive eyes, but the way it made everything seem glowing, fuzzed out the details ... oddly romantic.
"I missed you."