there's light at the edge of the darkness
Loren was so lost in the sexual bliss he’d unexpectedly found himself in (well maybe not that unexpected given whose company he kept) that it took him quite a while to realize that one, Frey had left him and two, he was clothed and kneeling, back in the same position he’d started. He definitely felt very, very different though. When they spoke, the Launceleyn blinked and looked up, staring at the god adoringly for a moment. ”I’ll keep that in mind.” His voice came out in a sultry whisper, which was about all he felt capable of at the moment.
Then, shocking even himself, as he took the bowl back, the summoner winked. At Frey. Maybe it was just the after-effects of the incredible fuck he’d experienced—it almost made up for the fact that it had been a year since his last one—but he was feeling loose and filled with a sensual energy that should’ve felt out of place, but didn’t. He licked his lips again, trying to chase down the last bits of Frey on and in him.
Gods he felt good. Or well, one god in particular he supposed. He'd forgotten that he could actually feel this way, once he got past himself.
Then, shocking even himself, as he took the bowl back, the summoner winked. At Frey. Maybe it was just the after-effects of the incredible fuck he’d experienced—it almost made up for the fact that it had been a year since his last one—but he was feeling loose and filled with a sensual energy that should’ve felt out of place, but didn’t. He licked his lips again, trying to chase down the last bits of Frey on and in him.
Gods he felt good. Or well, one god in particular he supposed. He'd forgotten that he could actually feel this way, once he got past himself.
loren
