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_{[ Oh, he picked a lively one to spend the night with. He can't explain why he appreciates a smaller person who takes the lead-- perhaps he respects the confidence since he knows he can appear and act intimidating, so he has no choice but to comply, rolling on his back and allowing Eiden to take his proper straddle. They're both naked, they're both aching-- there is no doubt about it that they had sex.. probably several times last night.. and it's handy to have someone who knows their ropes around this place. It's not like Beowulf will have any trouble fitting in; this place mirrors the lifestyle he lived until he retired a little too early in his career. It feels so, so nice to be wanted again. He's learned that nobody knows who his really is here, but Eiden makes that little detail seem easy to ignore; he really is treating him like one of his groupies back in the day.

His arms rejoin to wrap around Eiden securely, not crushing him, but keeping him very close. He can't help but laugh at his bedmate's enthusiasm. ]}

What, you ain't hurting from last night? I could probably use a reminder or two if you're up to it, baby.

_{[ Beowulf feels a little drained, but wrestling is part sport and part acting; he covers up any discomfort from his hangover rather well. ]}