He pulls out slowly, thank God. The gradual loss of physical fulfillment – literally – is both a relief and a pain. Vincent's body is still kind of tight from orgasm and as Claude draws back entirely, he feels the first signs of soreness, his arsehole almost numb. Going by experience, that’ll hurt later today. But who cares? He’s just had the best fuck in months and months. It’s not just about cock and size (though Claude wins out in that category, too) – this was just plain hot.
As Claude lies down next to him, Vincent remains on his stomach, utterly unwilling to move, his muscles feeling limp and unresponsive. His eyes remain shut, the darkness behind his eyelids seemingly seeping through his mind. In ten minutes, he thinks, he may just fall asleep again. Why’s that even happening? One-night-stand, hello?
“Hey,” he says, words a bit slurred. “Going to sleep it off, hope it’s alright.”
After all, if Claude’s expecting visitors, for instance – like a steady boyfriend or another date, who the fuck knows? – a thoroughly naked, well-fucked man sleeping on the bed might just make things awkward. Funnily enough, however, the mental image doesn’t bother him much at all. Hah!
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As Claude lies down next to him, Vincent remains on his stomach, utterly unwilling to move, his muscles feeling limp and unresponsive. His eyes remain shut, the darkness behind his eyelids seemingly seeping through his mind. In ten minutes, he thinks, he may just fall asleep again. Why’s that even happening? One-night-stand, hello?
“Hey,” he says, words a bit slurred. “Going to sleep it off, hope it’s alright.”
After all, if Claude’s expecting visitors, for instance – like a steady boyfriend or another date, who the fuck knows? – a thoroughly naked, well-fucked man sleeping on the bed might just make things awkward. Funnily enough, however, the mental image doesn’t bother him much at all. Hah!