I wanna drink cheap wine with you

I couldn't utter my love when it counted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now

Being of the decidedly masculine persuasion, it doesn't take Flora's rich inner world to hasten Koa's orgasm: he's more than satisfied with what he has right here. Their coupling is nearing a promised crescendo, every one of the Dragoon's nerves singing in pained anticipation as he struggles against the tidal wave of what is to come. It's only when Flora tightens around him in a tell-tale release that Koa lets himself follow suit; and oh, what a rush of pleasure it is, sending his senses into overdrive and short-circuiting his poor little brain. All he knows, wants, thinks, has is Flora; her name escapes him in a strangled plea, every emotion he can't quite voice harmonized against her skin.

Shuddering in the hazy after-glow of pleasure, Koa tugs away from Flora, pulling up his pants. "Fuck, Flora, that was..." he trails off, apple cheeks ruddy with pleasure above a dreamy smile. "Here." Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a handkerchief (that's right: he fancy) to hand to Flora, the better to wipe up the mess he's made. "I gotta say, didn't plan on dessert until after dinner. Not that I'm complaining," Koa adds, coming over to press a kiss upon the Doubletake's shoulder. "That was incredible. You're incredible."

Koa

And I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now

totally sniped from odd ilu