He moans, as if the praise is somehow contributing to overstimulation, his hands falling limply to his side. The ribbons of come on his chest contrast sharply with the dark bruises and cuts that were already there, but he's completely oblivious- eyes closed, breathing hard, hips rolling a few more times in aftershock.
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Date: 2015-09-21 10:24 am (UTC)