[ And take you apart is exactly what he does with that fuck, and the several other rounds that follow it. Your coming together with him was a small eternity within conceivable time, full of the dangerous beauty of you perfectly willing and submitting to all of the things that he decided to do to you (read: the many permutations behind him holding you down, with and without restraints beyond his own limbs and hands, and fucking your ass/mouth with his fingers/cock). He fucks you up until the very last minute that your will could keep you conscious, and held you close, breathing you in as you drifted off against his body.
He gets up a few hours before sunrise, rising from sheets that are drenched in the intermingled sweat and cum from both of your bodies, setting his back against the headboard of his bed and summoning his favorite pipe to his hands. He takes a few drags, reveling in the afterglow of having you in a way that he thought he would not be able to have not just once, but a near countless number of times by his estimate in a single night.
This is how you will find him if you manage to wake up: naked but for the haori draped over his shoulders, one knee drawn up close to his body and balancing the arm whose hand has his pipe smoking away into the cold morning air. The wards he has placed on the tent that the both of you share are muffling the sounds of a camp that is only starting to wake up in earnest. ]
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He gets up a few hours before sunrise, rising from sheets that are drenched in the intermingled sweat and cum from both of your bodies, setting his back against the headboard of his bed and summoning his favorite pipe to his hands. He takes a few drags, reveling in the afterglow of having you in a way that he thought he would not be able to have not just once, but a near countless number of times by his estimate in a single night.
This is how you will find him if you manage to wake up: naked but for the haori draped over his shoulders, one knee drawn up close to his body and balancing the arm whose hand has his pipe smoking away into the cold morning air. The wards he has placed on the tent that the both of you share are muffling the sounds of a camp that is only starting to wake up in earnest. ]