The twitch, he notices. He hadn't used the please on purpose, but now he certainly might.
The glow fades, and he sags, a thin sheen of sweat on his skin. He doesn't lie down. He does as he said before, and folds to his knees, resting on his clothes. He curls over himself. All of him feels as though it's buzzing; the sudden release of pain is just as good as pleasure, in the first moments.
He sits back on his heels, swallows to moisten his throat.
"Is Ba'al what I should call you?" he asks. "It occurs to me that I haven't asked yet." His voice is rather weaker than he would like, but at least he didn't swoon onto the couch.
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Date: 2016-03-13 04:35 am (UTC)The glow fades, and he sags, a thin sheen of sweat on his skin. He doesn't lie down. He does as he said before, and folds to his knees, resting on his clothes. He curls over himself. All of him feels as though it's buzzing; the sudden release of pain is just as good as pleasure, in the first moments.
He sits back on his heels, swallows to moisten his throat.
"Is Ba'al what I should call you?" he asks. "It occurs to me that I haven't asked yet." His voice is rather weaker than he would like, but at least he didn't swoon onto the couch.