[His lips settle into a lazy grin, glimmering in his afterglow. His hands are soft now on Oliver's back, no longer scratching and dragging but meandering slow paths.]
This was worth it.
[He may be a mess, but for the present he has no inclination to get up: like Oliver, he desires only to prolong this moment, to leave himself something to cup in his hands in the way little kids hold fireflies in the summer.]
And hey...not bad for your return from involuntary celibacy.
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This was worth it.
[He may be a mess, but for the present he has no inclination to get up: like Oliver, he desires only to prolong this moment, to leave himself something to cup in his hands in the way little kids hold fireflies in the summer.]
And hey...not bad for your return from involuntary celibacy.