[What does it say that he's come twice in the period of time it takes Zephir to blow his only load? Theo was so caught up in the haunting beauty of being fucked by him - this surreal fantasyesque arrangement of bodies and abilities, that it's only after it's over that he seems to have some sense of awareness again. He's laying on the bed, grunting as Zephir pulls out - feeling every inch slide free, leaving him feeling empty and leaving him making a mess on the sheets.
The bridge of his nose is dusted with color, a blush running down his chest to the heaving of his ribs as his breathing steadies. He can almost still picture Zephir as an impossibly large figure, pounding into him in unbelievable ways, ways that should be frightful and yet with the taste of his blood on his tongue, Theo feels nothing but contentment. Contentment and unwise trust. He's got himself up on his forearms, stomach decorated with the second round of his cum, muscles not as sore as he feels they ought to be. A feeling that made the relentlessness of their fucking all the more real, made his orgasms all that much more intense.]
So.
[Breathy. Raspy. Somehow still grinning, like all that abuse isn't trouble at all.]
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The bridge of his nose is dusted with color, a blush running down his chest to the heaving of his ribs as his breathing steadies. He can almost still picture Zephir as an impossibly large figure, pounding into him in unbelievable ways, ways that should be frightful and yet with the taste of his blood on his tongue, Theo feels nothing but contentment. Contentment and unwise trust. He's got himself up on his forearms, stomach decorated with the second round of his cum, muscles not as sore as he feels they ought to be. A feeling that made the relentlessness of their fucking all the more real, made his orgasms all that much more intense.]
So.
[Breathy. Raspy. Somehow still grinning, like all that abuse isn't trouble at all.]
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