[He huffs a bit of breathless laughter against her neck, reluctant or simply too tired to move, even to extract himself. His skin is still tingling with energy, like the subtle vibration of a massage chair after a long day of endless work, soft and relaxing, easing away all of his tensions. His limbs around her relax a little, fingers rubbing soft circles over her back. She's so warm... he feels incredibly cozy. Messy and multi-coloured and messy and sated and messy, but the urge to get cleaned up can wait. He's very comfortable, curled up around her, feeling, beyond the sex, that connection of pure, humbling love.]
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[He huffs a bit of breathless laughter against her neck, reluctant or simply too tired to move, even to extract himself. His skin is still tingling with energy, like the subtle vibration of a massage chair after a long day of endless work, soft and relaxing, easing away all of his tensions. His limbs around her relax a little, fingers rubbing soft circles over her back. She's so warm... he feels incredibly cozy. Messy and multi-coloured and messy and sated and messy, but the urge to get cleaned up can wait. He's very comfortable, curled up around her, feeling, beyond the sex, that connection of pure, humbling love.]
That... was some paint.
[They are so incredibly neon.]