(OOC: No worries and take all the time you need! So glad you're feeling better!!)
[Concord remains slack overtop Ali, barely holding himself up. His chest bobs heavily as he pants and catches his breath. He can feel the sweat beading down his skin, trailing down over his pecs, between his now burning abdominal muscles, along his inner thighs. He feels the wetness inside him, too, Ali's cum sure to leak out of him when he pulls away. It should be humiliating, but it just excited him further, makes him feel marked. Not owned, but claimed, maybe... He would let Ali call him his...
Wait, that's thinking a bit dangerously, isn't it? He grunts to move, following Ali's guiding direction. Concord tilts and lets himself fall forward again. While he only intended to move off the dragon's now softening cock, he ends up collapsed in close. As if he'd intended it all along, he leans in to kiss Ali's lips again. It's an impulsive kiss, but well worth savoring while they're still joined.
He separates that kiss as he lifts himself from Ali's lap, slipping off his dick with a light wince. Not from pain, but the embarrassing lewdness and messiness. His ass and legs feel soaked. He angles to land on his side next to Ali, where he was directed. one arm pulls beneath a pillow to rest himself down on, the other arm is lazily left draped over Ali's front, unconsciously petting him with a thumb.
Seemingly in a daze, he asks an... all together very silly question, foggy from the still lingering pleasure and just how affection saturated he feels emotionally. He wants to look at and touch Ali the whole evening more.]
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Date: 2023-03-13 01:35 am (UTC)[Concord remains slack overtop Ali, barely holding himself up. His chest bobs heavily as he pants and catches his breath. He can feel the sweat beading down his skin, trailing down over his pecs, between his now burning abdominal muscles, along his inner thighs. He feels the wetness inside him, too, Ali's cum sure to leak out of him when he pulls away. It should be humiliating, but it just excited him further, makes him feel marked. Not owned, but claimed, maybe... He would let Ali call him his...
Wait, that's thinking a bit dangerously, isn't it? He grunts to move, following Ali's guiding direction. Concord tilts and lets himself fall forward again. While he only intended to move off the dragon's now softening cock, he ends up collapsed in close. As if he'd intended it all along, he leans in to kiss Ali's lips again. It's an impulsive kiss, but well worth savoring while they're still joined.
He separates that kiss as he lifts himself from Ali's lap, slipping off his dick with a light wince. Not from pain, but the embarrassing lewdness and messiness. His ass and legs feel soaked. He angles to land on his side next to Ali, where he was directed. one arm pulls beneath a pillow to rest himself down on, the other arm is lazily left draped over Ali's front, unconsciously petting him with a thumb.
Seemingly in a daze, he asks an... all together very silly question, foggy from the still lingering pleasure and just how affection saturated he feels emotionally. He wants to look at and touch Ali the whole evening more.]
Why have we not... done this before?