This time, the afterglow is nearly as good as the orgasm itself. The rush of endorphins make him feel like he's floating, and Yussa in his lap leaning down to kiss him is the only thing keeping him on the couch. His racing heart slows, and the deep ache of unfulfilled arousal is gone, replaced by comfort and warmth. His eyes blink open slowly when Yussa speaks.
"That--" Caleb exhales heavily and can't help grinning, astonished and giddy. "Ja, a lot better. If I had tried to fuck you, I am afraid my stamina would have been disappointing." The curl of his lips turns wry, but humorously so. He doesn't feel self-conscious any longer.
However, he does recognize that he should probably make an attempt to clean them both up. It was a very good orgasm, and his body had made that readily apparent. Not for the first time, he is chagrinned that he hasn't learned Prestidigitation. He also recognizes that he can't get up and return with supplies to do it manually either, as this is not his home and he has not yet seen anything here except the couch. Gods, he doesn't even know where he is. Yussa could have teleported them anywhere. Are they even still in Rexxentrum? These are among the things that finally occur to him now that his dick is no longer diverting bloodflow from his brain.
Well, he has to ask sometime, and he has no pride to swallow. It may as well be now. "Sorry, I was a little too distracted to ask earlier--where are we?"
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"That--" Caleb exhales heavily and can't help grinning, astonished and giddy. "Ja, a lot better. If I had tried to fuck you, I am afraid my stamina would have been disappointing." The curl of his lips turns wry, but humorously so. He doesn't feel self-conscious any longer.
However, he does recognize that he should probably make an attempt to clean them both up. It was a very good orgasm, and his body had made that readily apparent. Not for the first time, he is chagrinned that he hasn't learned Prestidigitation. He also recognizes that he can't get up and return with supplies to do it manually either, as this is not his home and he has not yet seen anything here except the couch. Gods, he doesn't even know where he is. Yussa could have teleported them anywhere. Are they even still in Rexxentrum? These are among the things that finally occur to him now that his dick is no longer diverting bloodflow from his brain.
Well, he has to ask sometime, and he has no pride to swallow. It may as well be now. "Sorry, I was a little too distracted to ask earlier--where are we?"