[ derek's just panting, trembling little shudders going all through his body as his dick attempts to breed their hands. he has no higher brain functions left, there's just pleasure as everything slowly winds down. his knot finally starts to deflate; he lets go of himself, softening into her still-moving hand, making the occasional noise of enjoyment. ]
Mm.
[ better isn't quite— but he feels good, a wash of euphoria that has him leaning further back into her arms and yawning. ]
Yeah. Thanks.
[ she doesn't sound disgusted, but he can see his guilt on the horizon, like the line of a tsunami in the distance. it's abstract right now: he's more focused on her behind him. she seems to know what she's doing where he doesn't, so he just puts himself in her hands. ]
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Mm.
[ better isn't quite— but he feels good, a wash of euphoria that has him leaning further back into her arms and yawning. ]
Yeah. Thanks.
[ she doesn't sound disgusted, but he can see his guilt on the horizon, like the line of a tsunami in the distance. it's abstract right now: he's more focused on her behind him. she seems to know what she's doing where he doesn't, so he just puts himself in her hands. ]