( His warmth remains with him even as his consciousness loses sight of lilac, of their heat, of Six's cock so beautifully spent along with him. The last kiss is the most memorable as he eventually opens his eyes to the blaring light, feeling clean as if nothing had happened.
Yet his heart still pounds wildly and he props himself seated, gasping. He's completely dressed again, not a spec of cum anywhere. Just parasols, blues, and rolling waves ahead. He remembers it all as if it were real, so he turns to Six beside him. It was real, wasn't it?
He remembers their conversations, he remembers his kisses and touches. At least he's not wounded. )
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Yet his heart still pounds wildly and he props himself seated, gasping. He's completely dressed again, not a spec of cum anywhere. Just parasols, blues, and rolling waves ahead. He remembers it all as if it were real, so he turns to Six beside him. It was real, wasn't it?
He remembers their conversations, he remembers his kisses and touches. At least he's not wounded. )
Six, correct?
Are you alright?