[Perfect. Being stuffed so thoroughly is rewriting his brain chemistry as he lays there and processes, moaning, shaking with fatigue and relief and ecstasy all at the same time. He clings onto Add for a while longer before finally letting him go, brushing his hair from his face.
Something about that bite, too... or attempted, almost-bite. Ain wants to ask, but all he can manage is an exhausted smile.]
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Something about that bite, too... or attempted, almost-bite. Ain wants to ask, but all he can manage is an exhausted smile.]
You feel so incredible, you know...
[And Ain, meanwhile, feels so sticky.]