[Honestly? The payout is just a plus. The good sex is honestly the real treat.
The ache of muscles and getting a good sweat is everything he can ask for. He can still feel the pleasure that had been washing over his entirety linger, though the soreness of everything was starting to settle into his body. Adrenaline replacing a satisfying exhaustion and knowing that he'll likely be feeling their activities into the next day.
His eyes flutter open, gaze still somewhat hazy as he looks at the other, before he smiles and closes his eyes again. A tired little chuckle before he speaks.] Better than good. Give me a second though. [His voice was hoarse and scratchy, but there's contentment in his tone.]
How about you? Did you enjoy it? [Eyes finally open again as he tilts his head to look at the other. He's more used to pleasantries being cut short and moving on quickly, but it seems Broca is lingering a little longer before he gets his own bearings.]
[ It wouldn't be unusual for Broca to get up and start getting dressed after a quick fuck, but he figures the decent thing to do is make sure that Wriothesley seems ready for him to do that first. There's no question in his mind of if it was enjoyed or not, but given the fairly impressive reactions he managed to pull out of the other man, and the way he still looks a little fucked out, Broca can manage some poor imitation of aftercare for at least a couple of minutes.
The question catches him off guard though, and he blinks owlishly down at Wriothesley. The fact that his come is painting his insides right now seems indication enough to Broca that the sex was enjoyed. This is a tricky one to answer, because while Broca's fine with actions, he's not always the best with really hammering home his thoughts with words. ]
Yeah. It...
[ Broca's struggling here, not being much for dirty talk, especially not after the deed is done. ]
I liked it.
[ His own eyes close at that, nose wrinkling as even he is aware how pathetic that attempt at praising Wriothesley's performance was. He's so not cut out for praise kink...
Honestly, people should be allowed to just give a silent thumbs up and a nod when asked to rate sex. ]
[His reply just earns hoarse laughter from the boxer. He seems to be fine with just laying there for a little bit, knowing that the ache will really settle in and having to clean himself out is just over the horizon. For now though, he'll be a little lazy.]
There's no need to think too much on it. I just wanted you to enjoy yourself. That's all. [It's not about being praised or dirty talk. It's a genuine interest that Broca was just as satisfied.
He smiles a little.] You don't have to stick around any longer. I'll be fine. [As though he's sensing the bit of awkwardness. He is charmed the other is checking on him, but this was probably a one night stand at best, so there's no need for Broca to worry about him.]
[ It's a good thing that Wriothesley isn't asking the near impossible from Broca right now, because it's hard enough for Broca to get more verbose usually, much less when he's feeling the good kind of tired from a solid round of sex.
Broca gives the man under him an uncertain look, before nodding, and adjusting his stance so he can push himself off of Wriothesley, and shortly after off of the bed too. Leaving shortly after the deed is done is his usual M.O., so he's not about to argue with someone giving him his regular out.
He should make one thing clear at least as he starts to retrieve his clothing, and shrug it back on. ]
[Wriothesley chuckles as he sits up to stretch his arms over his head. He can feel the pleasant ache in his body and knows it'll persist through the next day. It's satisfying for him though.]
Until next time then. [Though he doesn't know if they'll both be here for that long, it is some sort of promise that he won't be a stranger if they cross paths again.]
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The ache of muscles and getting a good sweat is everything he can ask for. He can still feel the pleasure that had been washing over his entirety linger, though the soreness of everything was starting to settle into his body. Adrenaline replacing a satisfying exhaustion and knowing that he'll likely be feeling their activities into the next day.
His eyes flutter open, gaze still somewhat hazy as he looks at the other, before he smiles and closes his eyes again. A tired little chuckle before he speaks.] Better than good. Give me a second though. [His voice was hoarse and scratchy, but there's contentment in his tone.]
How about you? Did you enjoy it? [Eyes finally open again as he tilts his head to look at the other. He's more used to pleasantries being cut short and moving on quickly, but it seems Broca is lingering a little longer before he gets his own bearings.]
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The question catches him off guard though, and he blinks owlishly down at Wriothesley. The fact that his come is painting his insides right now seems indication enough to Broca that the sex was enjoyed. This is a tricky one to answer, because while Broca's fine with actions, he's not always the best with really hammering home his thoughts with words. ]
Yeah. It...
[ Broca's struggling here, not being much for dirty talk, especially not after the deed is done. ]
I liked it.
[ His own eyes close at that, nose wrinkling as even he is aware how pathetic that attempt at praising Wriothesley's performance was. He's so not cut out for praise kink...
Honestly, people should be allowed to just give a silent thumbs up and a nod when asked to rate sex. ]
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There's no need to think too much on it. I just wanted you to enjoy yourself. That's all. [It's not about being praised or dirty talk. It's a genuine interest that Broca was just as satisfied.
He smiles a little.] You don't have to stick around any longer. I'll be fine. [As though he's sensing the bit of awkwardness. He is charmed the other is checking on him, but this was probably a one night stand at best, so there's no need for Broca to worry about him.]
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Broca gives the man under him an uncertain look, before nodding, and adjusting his stance so he can push himself off of Wriothesley, and shortly after off of the bed too. Leaving shortly after the deed is done is his usual M.O., so he's not about to argue with someone giving him his regular out.
He should make one thing clear at least as he starts to retrieve his clothing, and shrug it back on. ]
I did enjoy it, despite the circumstances.
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Until next time then. [Though he doesn't know if they'll both be here for that long, it is some sort of promise that he won't be a stranger if they cross paths again.]