[Even as the trembling died down, Bedivere stayed right there, pressed up against Dazai. He felt sticky and sweaty and a little gross, but he also felt absolutely content in a way he had never felt before. The closest thing he could compare it to was the buzz of excitement after a rewarding day of training, or the thrill of being alive after a close battle. But neither of those were completely right either. This was similar, and yet different at the same time.
He didn't speak for a long time. Partially because he didn't know what to say, and partially because he wanted to preserve that moment. Even if he logically knew that getting attached to Dazai was a bad idea, he had fallen for that man already. And something about the tingly afterglow of sex made him fall for Dazai even more.
He let go of Dazai, and he held up his hand to look at. It had dribbles of come on it, which mixed with the lube to make quite a mess. He should wipe it on something, but there weren't any towels nearby...]
...um. Thank you.
[He felt kind of awkward saying that. Was that normal, to thank someone after sex? The mana Dazai provided him with was sufficient, he felt pretty energized. But somehow the sex itself felt more important than the mana.]
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He didn't speak for a long time. Partially because he didn't know what to say, and partially because he wanted to preserve that moment. Even if he logically knew that getting attached to Dazai was a bad idea, he had fallen for that man already. And something about the tingly afterglow of sex made him fall for Dazai even more.
He let go of Dazai, and he held up his hand to look at. It had dribbles of come on it, which mixed with the lube to make quite a mess. He should wipe it on something, but there weren't any towels nearby...]
...um. Thank you.
[He felt kind of awkward saying that. Was that normal, to thank someone after sex? The mana Dazai provided him with was sufficient, he felt pretty energized. But somehow the sex itself felt more important than the mana.]