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Beel falls, panting on top of your back as he comes down from his climax. His breath comes quick with little hiccups for air. “So good…So good…You’re so good. Why…For me?”
You sigh and collapse onto the bed, forcing him to crush you beneath him. “Of course,” you mumble, rubbing his forearm, the only part of him that you can reach easily. “Do you want to clean up or wait a little?”
“Wait. Wait a while longer,” he breathes, rolling you onto your side and pulling himself out of you. His body is warm, burning hot, covered in sweat dripping from his temples onto your shoulder. His nose burrows into your neck as his arms wrap around your waist to pull you beneath his skin, or as close as you can get.
Relaxed, you close your eyes and let him run his hands over your body, from the base of your neck down to your thighs. Only afterward is he so cuddly, but he doesn’t dare to fall asleep. That would be insulting to you and a loss for him.
He sighs into your hair and presses a long kiss to your skin. “You smell so good,” he says. “You smell like sex.”
Laughing, you pull his arms tighter around your naked form. “I’d imagine I do.”
“And you smell like me,” he adds as an afterthought.
“Good.”
“Not good,” he says. “We need to shower, don’t we?”
“Is something wrong with that?”
“I don’t…” Beel tugs your body in a quick yank as though ripping you away from some threat. “Do we have to?”
“Is something wrong?” you ask, furrowing your brow. “Usually you like the shower snacks.”
“I’m not hungry,” he says. “I just want to lay here with you until we have to get up.”
You brush your fingertips over the top of his head and through his sweaty hair. “We can stay here for as long as you need.”
“Promise?” He takes in a deep breath and exhales it into your hair. “We’ll cuddle until I’m ready?”
“Of course,” you say with a smile. “Can I rub your back or anything? Play some music?”
“Can you sing for me?” he asks, his voice carrying a slight hint of sadness. “Anything. Or hum something. It always relaxes me.”
After a moment of thought, considering your song options, you begin to hum while reaching behind your back to sweep your fingers through his hair. He sighs and hugs you more tightly, letting the soft music bring him away from the brink of drop and into relaxation.