[ When he comes, Adrian bites his wrist, muffling a moan. Pleasure washes through him as he pants to catch his breath, still spread open in Eliot's fingers, half sprawled in his lap.
The other times had been pleasant but quick; this one was slower, indulgently fulfilling, and Adrian feels a bit drunk with it. He doesn't really care that there's come on his shirt and on his skin. That he can feel a drop of lube run down the back of his thigh. ]
Thank you. [ He breathes, finally letting his hand fall to his side. He's so tired he could fall asleep right where he is, but he looks up at Eliot with half-lidded eyes. ] Do you want me to, um..?
[ Adrian makes a vague gesture. He doesn't know for sure if Eliot is hard again, but he can definitely feel... something.
As much as he would like to be more helpful at the moment, there's not a single bone in Adrian's body that's interested in moving from where he is. ]
[ Who says 'thank you' after coming? Eliot can't help but be a little amused at that as he slides his fingers free. Still, he can feel the way satisfaction suffuses every inch of Adrian's body, the lazy haze of pleasure, so maybe he'll let it slide this time. He carefully rolls off the gloves and then sets them aside in case Adrian wants to keep them.
(He catches himself thinking Next time, I'll— and puts a stop to that very quickly.) ]
Nah, I'm good.
[ He could go again, if he really wanted to, but alongside the hum of pleasure is a bone deep exhaustion. He's pretty sure Adrian's gonna fall asleep before he even gets Eliot's dick back out. ]
[ It's a testament to how tired he is that Adrian doesn't put up a fight. ]
You're very kind, Eliot... [ He murmurs. He keeps thinking he ought to get up, ought to be helpful somehow, but by the time Eliot circles back to the bed he's fallen into a light dose. He's vaguely cognizant of taking a shirt and a pair of shorts and changing into them, but after that he's out for good. Everything else can wait until morning. The last thought he has before drifting off is that everything smells like Eliot, and it's actually quite nice...
Good luck finding a safe place to sleep though, Eliot. ]
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The other times had been pleasant but quick; this one was slower, indulgently fulfilling, and Adrian feels a bit drunk with it. He doesn't really care that there's come on his shirt and on his skin. That he can feel a drop of lube run down the back of his thigh. ]
Thank you. [ He breathes, finally letting his hand fall to his side. He's so tired he could fall asleep right where he is, but he looks up at Eliot with half-lidded eyes. ] Do you want me to, um..?
[ Adrian makes a vague gesture. He doesn't know for sure if Eliot is hard again, but he can definitely feel... something.
As much as he would like to be more helpful at the moment, there's not a single bone in Adrian's body that's interested in moving from where he is. ]
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(He catches himself thinking Next time, I'll— and puts a stop to that very quickly.) ]
Nah, I'm good.
[ He could go again, if he really wanted to, but alongside the hum of pleasure is a bone deep exhaustion. He's pretty sure Adrian's gonna fall asleep before he even gets Eliot's dick back out. ]
Here, lemme find you something to sleep in.
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You're very kind, Eliot... [ He murmurs. He keeps thinking he ought to get up, ought to be helpful somehow, but by the time Eliot circles back to the bed he's fallen into a light dose. He's vaguely cognizant of taking a shirt and a pair of shorts and changing into them, but after that he's out for good. Everything else can wait until morning. The last thought he has before drifting off is that everything smells like Eliot, and it's actually quite nice...
Good luck finding a safe place to sleep though, Eliot. ]