[The bite of nails in his skin only throws the pleasure into sharper relief, heart racing under her hands, his own nails digging into his palms helplessly. He's not sure if it's her voice that tips him over the point of no return, or the way she clenches around him--either way, his cry is muffled into her mouth as he writhes beneath Rosie.
He kisses like he intends to devour her whole straight through his climax, until the inability to catch his breath leaves him dizzy; even as the energy drains out of him in the wake of it though, he doesn't want to stop. Seteth pursues her lips regardless, kisses starting to turn sleepy and sated, even adoring. What else is an afterglow for, after all, if not cuddling and showering your partner in affection?]
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He kisses like he intends to devour her whole straight through his climax, until the inability to catch his breath leaves him dizzy; even as the energy drains out of him in the wake of it though, he doesn't want to stop. Seteth pursues her lips regardless, kisses starting to turn sleepy and sated, even adoring. What else is an afterglow for, after all, if not cuddling and showering your partner in affection?]