Danse wraps both arms around Deacon and holds him close and tight, still buried inside him, still dizzied and unsteady, reveling as if drunk in the claiming mark of Deacon's release on his skin.
The voice in his ear makes him shiver, squeezing Deacon tighter against him and absolutely loath to let him go. He scoots as far backward onto the bed as he can, as carefully as he can lest his cock slip free, and reclines with him as their feet dangle over the edge of the bed. The sheet is abandoned, too far away to reach, when Deacon's body is all the warmth he needs now even as their sweat cools.
Abandoned, but not entirely forgotten. He brushes the softest of kisses over each of Deacon's eyelids, grateful that he can reach them. "So," he murmurs. "We going to leave that mirror uncovered now?"
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The voice in his ear makes him shiver, squeezing Deacon tighter against him and absolutely loath to let him go. He scoots as far backward onto the bed as he can, as carefully as he can lest his cock slip free, and reclines with him as their feet dangle over the edge of the bed. The sheet is abandoned, too far away to reach, when Deacon's body is all the warmth he needs now even as their sweat cools.
Abandoned, but not entirely forgotten. He brushes the softest of kisses over each of Deacon's eyelids, grateful that he can reach them. "So," he murmurs. "We going to leave that mirror uncovered now?"