[It was strange almost, to feel Paul unload in him, in the haze of his own orgasm and as soon as he starts to relax, his supporting arm gives out. If it weren't for Paul's swift hands, he would have absolutely banged his head against the bottom edge of the cabinet. Still, blind in the afterwash, Loki could only gasp in a soft surprise as he was scooped into Paul's arms, his own sliding up and around to grip onto his old friend like a life raft.
Paul had let go. He knew he would. The soft kiss at his neck made his already weak knees a little weaker, and he sighs out a note of contentment.
Loki could almost fall asleep here. He was already running short on sleep and the crawl of Morning was an unwelcome one. He had no delusions; he knew they weren't going to be going back to Paul's bedroom. He sounds softly, a grunt, an exhale as Paul pulls out and steps away, and runs his hand over the bangs that Paul had just pushed back. The papertowels are taken and Loki wipes himself down.]
Yeah. Yeah, pour me one, woulda ya?
[Meanwhile, Loki will hop off the counter, keeping a hand on it's edge as his legs regain their balance before going to get his pants, eyes moving back to Paul as often as he could get away with it so that he could enjoy the shape of the man moving in the mundane task. Fuck.
He didn't know what to fill the silence with, so he didn't, focusing on getting his pants back together.]
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Date: 2023-09-29 04:27 pm (UTC)Paul had let go. He knew he would. The soft kiss at his neck made his already weak knees a little weaker, and he sighs out a note of contentment.
Loki could almost fall asleep here. He was already running short on sleep and the crawl of Morning was an unwelcome one. He had no delusions; he knew they weren't going to be going back to Paul's bedroom. He sounds softly, a grunt, an exhale as Paul pulls out and steps away, and runs his hand over the bangs that Paul had just pushed back. The papertowels are taken and Loki wipes himself down.]
Yeah. Yeah, pour me one, woulda ya?
[Meanwhile, Loki will hop off the counter, keeping a hand on it's edge as his legs regain their balance before going to get his pants, eyes moving back to Paul as often as he could get away with it so that he could enjoy the shape of the man moving in the mundane task. Fuck.
He didn't know what to fill the silence with, so he didn't, focusing on getting his pants back together.]