[ Fenris does not expect the almost full-body spasm that wracks his frame, much as his hips buck and his cock surges in Anders's grip and his expression twists to something almost agonized, sounds and pants tumbling over each other so catastrophically that they tangle in his chest and seemingly cannot escape. It has no right to be this good, is his last coherent thought, and then it's all an indistinct mosaic of coming, coming, and Anders heaving in his ear and the feverish pump of his hand and the pump of his hips and the bristle of his face and it has no right.
He's not sure if he blacks out for a second or if his mind simply managed to quiet that completely for the first time in a long time, but the next sensation he's aware of is bone-deep fatigue. He feels wrung out (he was wrung out) and ready to sleep, not able to care that one of them may at some point roll over onto a cold patch of his spend. At some point the heat of their exertions begins to dissipate and Fenris starts to shiver with the loss.
He does not know what to say, or even if there's a point to saying anything. ]
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Date: 2015-02-06 06:33 am (UTC)He's not sure if he blacks out for a second or if his mind simply managed to quiet that completely for the first time in a long time, but the next sensation he's aware of is bone-deep fatigue. He feels wrung out (he was wrung out) and ready to sleep, not able to care that one of them may at some point roll over onto a cold patch of his spend. At some point the heat of their exertions begins to dissipate and Fenris starts to shiver with the loss.
He does not know what to say, or even if there's a point to saying anything. ]