[It's not his real name. ...But no, it doesn't matter. Truly, in a situation such as this--it's more ideal this way, if anything. To Caelus it will ever be "Luocha"--that merchant healer with an apparent wickedly indulgent streak--that he associates with this particular experience...and so this name continues to work as intended. An alternate, in alternate matters.
Besides which, it does sound so very pleasing when it leaves the boy's mouth like that; thinly breathless, and thoroughly layered in the high so clearly still chasing through his body. Surrender suits Caelus very well for a fact, nicely as he's splayed beneath Luocha in this moment, that soft and flushed stretch of skin underneath his hiked-up shirt damp with his own cum, golden eyes unfocused. Utterly submitting, appealingly vulnerable...really, almost too much so. Being made to come twice in such close succession is evidently his natural limit, but for that brief moment with his cock still slowly stroked in hand, Luocha finds the temptation is strong to continue teasing Caelus apart--to drink in more of those lovely noises and shivers, to see how he'd respond being driven ruthlessly to a new brink.
But...no, it's a temptation folded away. Some semblance of practicality is growing more vocal in the back of thought, now he's satisfied enough for the heat of lust to settle into more of a warm simmer, and Luocha is aware that Caelus needs to be able to actually return to the Astral Express in some form of decent shape later. (There's probably also some analogy of not breaking a new toy so quickly, somewhere in here, for all that's a thought less directly looked at in this moment.) It'll be less complicated all around, really, for them to part on relatively equally satisfied terms. As far as he's concerned, Luocha's already shown too much of his hand in one sense already--no need to shatter the front even further, so soon. Hm...but there is the aftermath to contend with, now, in all this...
The thoughts circle idly, detached in a backdrop. At the forefront, a few moments are taken to enjoy the sight that's been made here, the waning of a mutual high drawn from very different but equally derived sources. Caelus is slowly released; Luocha sits up and back, somewhat, though he doesn't make any particular move to actually get off of the Trailblazer just yet. Instead, he lightly reaches down to place the back of a hand against Caelus's chest. (The back, because these gloves are thoroughly stained to be sure, yet another less consequential price paid in all this--) There might be a vague impression that Luocha's checking on his pulse, touching just over his heart as he does, though the reality is that he's listening for the Stellaron more than anything else. The singing easing at last, yes, alongside Caelus's release...reduced to a thoroughly satisfied hum now, it seems. Satisfied because Caelus is satisfied, or because its own desires have been satisfied through him? Is there even much of a line between the two distinctions? One wonders...
The expression on Luocha's face is perhaps rather difficult to read, in this moment. 'Pensive' might be the best term--and, not dissatisfied, at the least. Even if something still flickers intent and hungry behind his eyes, despite the ease in the rest of his body language and the slight and gentle versed smile that has settled upon his features, as his attention shifts up to Caelus's face at length.]
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Besides which, it does sound so very pleasing when it leaves the boy's mouth like that; thinly breathless, and thoroughly layered in the high so clearly still chasing through his body. Surrender suits Caelus very well for a fact, nicely as he's splayed beneath Luocha in this moment, that soft and flushed stretch of skin underneath his hiked-up shirt damp with his own cum, golden eyes unfocused. Utterly submitting, appealingly vulnerable...really, almost too much so. Being made to come twice in such close succession is evidently his natural limit, but for that brief moment with his cock still slowly stroked in hand, Luocha finds the temptation is strong to continue teasing Caelus apart--to drink in more of those lovely noises and shivers, to see how he'd respond being driven ruthlessly to a new brink.
But...no, it's a temptation folded away. Some semblance of practicality is growing more vocal in the back of thought, now he's satisfied enough for the heat of lust to settle into more of a warm simmer, and Luocha is aware that Caelus needs to be able to actually return to the Astral Express in some form of decent shape later. (There's probably also some analogy of not breaking a new toy so quickly, somewhere in here, for all that's a thought less directly looked at in this moment.) It'll be less complicated all around, really, for them to part on relatively equally satisfied terms. As far as he's concerned, Luocha's already shown too much of his hand in one sense already--no need to shatter the front even further, so soon. Hm...but there is the aftermath to contend with, now, in all this...
The thoughts circle idly, detached in a backdrop. At the forefront, a few moments are taken to enjoy the sight that's been made here, the waning of a mutual high drawn from very different but equally derived sources. Caelus is slowly released; Luocha sits up and back, somewhat, though he doesn't make any particular move to actually get off of the Trailblazer just yet. Instead, he lightly reaches down to place the back of a hand against Caelus's chest. (The back, because these gloves are thoroughly stained to be sure, yet another less consequential price paid in all this--) There might be a vague impression that Luocha's checking on his pulse, touching just over his heart as he does, though the reality is that he's listening for the Stellaron more than anything else. The singing easing at last, yes, alongside Caelus's release...reduced to a thoroughly satisfied hum now, it seems. Satisfied because Caelus is satisfied, or because its own desires have been satisfied through him? Is there even much of a line between the two distinctions? One wonders...
The expression on Luocha's face is perhaps rather difficult to read, in this moment. 'Pensive' might be the best term--and, not dissatisfied, at the least. Even if something still flickers intent and hungry behind his eyes, despite the ease in the rest of his body language and the slight and gentle versed smile that has settled upon his features, as his attention shifts up to Caelus's face at length.]
There...easy. Breathe slowly. How do you feel?