Dude, I'm aching... whatever we did was... pretty nice...
[ the way beowulf holds him encourages him to let his own hands roam slowly, almost sleepily along the other's body—sweeping along shoulders and down again to rest along the swell of his chest.
the true answer to that is he's still drowsy from the deep rest, but he likes being wanted, wants to reflect it so the person with him knows it's mutual. just because this place makes them all start out as strangers doesn't mean you can't put someone on the right foot.
so he thinks on that, knows it could be flirtatious just as well, that they could simply go at it—and he wouldn't mind even if his body certainly would. he tilts his head and rests it against the line of his shoulder, breath warm on beowulf's neck. ]
Mmm... a really hot shower sounds so good, though... [ an idle sweep of the pad of his thumb over the other's nipple. ] —but are you the kind of guy that would remember me after something as simple as that?
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[ the way beowulf holds him encourages him to let his own hands roam slowly, almost sleepily along the other's body—sweeping along shoulders and down again to rest along the swell of his chest.
the true answer to that is he's still drowsy from the deep rest, but he likes being wanted, wants to reflect it so the person with him knows it's mutual. just because this place makes them all start out as strangers doesn't mean you can't put someone on the right foot.
so he thinks on that, knows it could be flirtatious just as well, that they could simply go at it—and he wouldn't mind even if his body certainly would. he tilts his head and rests it against the line of his shoulder, breath warm on beowulf's neck. ]
Mmm... a really hot shower sounds so good, though... [ an idle sweep of the pad of his thumb over the other's nipple. ] —but are you the kind of guy that would remember me after something as simple as that?