[ tseng is too well-trained to really let his senses slip away from him, but honestly, it's a close thing. the white noise of orgasm consumes him, leaving him feeling stupid with pleasure and full of both satisfaction and incredulity at how attractive it is, seeing clorinde's throat work and knowing she's swallowing his spend. just the thought is enough to earn another full-body shiver before tseng slumps back against the pillows, panting softly.
the question makes him chuckle and force his eyes open again. endorphins are like a warm blanket settling over him, filling his limbs with the unique lassitude that only comes post-orgasm. what does he look like, that clorinde would feel compelled to ask if he's all right? maybe he looks as thoroughly taken apart as he feels. ]
I'm all right. [ his voice comes out warm, pleased. ] More than all right. Kiss me?
[ he can't pull away from the bindings on his wrists to do it himself, after all, so he has no choice but to beg a kiss off clorinde instead. a prospect tseng finds he doesn't mind, in fact—if it's clorinde who's in charge, he knows he's in good hands. ]
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the question makes him chuckle and force his eyes open again. endorphins are like a warm blanket settling over him, filling his limbs with the unique lassitude that only comes post-orgasm. what does he look like, that clorinde would feel compelled to ask if he's all right? maybe he looks as thoroughly taken apart as he feels. ]
I'm all right. [ his voice comes out warm, pleased. ] More than all right. Kiss me?
[ he can't pull away from the bindings on his wrists to do it himself, after all, so he has no choice but to beg a kiss off clorinde instead. a prospect tseng finds he doesn't mind, in fact—if it's clorinde who's in charge, he knows he's in good hands. ]