[Jim hardly noticed the extra weight on him, he was so encompassed by the afterglow. His mindscape is foggy but there's a definite warming to it at the kiss to his neck. He halfheartedly groans as he shifts, turning his head ever so slightly in a futile attempt to look at his bondmate. There's an urge to kiss him, but Jim is pretty sure his limbs are made of gelatin and this position is awkward but so comfortable...
He can't even muster the earlier indignance and frustration at being denied an orgasm sooner. An overwhelming exhaustion overcomes him--complete, body, mind and soul. It's a complete and content exhaustion. He feels whole.]
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He can't even muster the earlier indignance and frustration at being denied an orgasm sooner. An overwhelming exhaustion overcomes him--complete, body, mind and soul. It's a complete and content exhaustion. He feels whole.]