[ They haven't been together in so long, have barely done anything like this but Paul, even wrapped in ecstasy and almost entirely losing control of himself, knows Loki well enough. Even before that grunt, even before the other lurches he knows--and there's something about the way the other spasms when he comes like this that goes straight to Paul's cock and sends him over the edge himself, a grunt from his lips as he he spills inside of Loki. Probably he shouldn't, just like he probably shouldn't choke his friend, though he eases pressure immediately once the other's cum splashes against the pale skin and his own henley. He does anyway.
Paul moves his hands almost immediately, still sheathed inside the brunet but more focused on making sure Loki's head doesn't hit the cramped kitchen cupboards: strong arms wrap around the other lighting quick, pulling him into a half-hug half-hold, and somewhere between the panting and the coming down from it all and the room spinning with sheer ecstasy Paul gently presses his lips against Loki's neck as a way of apologizing. Soft this time, as if combating the roughness will help. He's never soft. He tries to be, but it only ever works with Loki.
The smell of coffee is just as fragrant as the sex and sweat from the both of them. It's what finally pulls Paul out of it, content to just hold Loki as is for as long as he can. Eventually, though, and with an un-gloved hand swiping through Loki's half-shaved head, pushing his hair back for him, he breathes out and pulls out of the other entirely. He doesn't know what to say. It's morning, now. He can hear birds. Paul keeps his gaze lowered, grabbing paper towels to help clean his partner up, and says the only thing he really can think of. ]
Still want that coffee?
[ Loki's never looked more attractive than now, sex mussed in the afterglow. ]
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Paul moves his hands almost immediately, still sheathed inside the brunet but more focused on making sure Loki's head doesn't hit the cramped kitchen cupboards: strong arms wrap around the other lighting quick, pulling him into a half-hug half-hold, and somewhere between the panting and the coming down from it all and the room spinning with sheer ecstasy Paul gently presses his lips against Loki's neck as a way of apologizing. Soft this time, as if combating the roughness will help. He's never soft. He tries to be, but it only ever works with Loki.
The smell of coffee is just as fragrant as the sex and sweat from the both of them. It's what finally pulls Paul out of it, content to just hold Loki as is for as long as he can. Eventually, though, and with an un-gloved hand swiping through Loki's half-shaved head, pushing his hair back for him, he breathes out and pulls out of the other entirely. He doesn't know what to say. It's morning, now. He can hear birds. Paul keeps his gaze lowered, grabbing paper towels to help clean his partner up, and says the only thing he really can think of. ]
Still want that coffee?
[ Loki's never looked more attractive than now, sex mussed in the afterglow. ]