[Wriothesley is nothing if not stubborn and it's really the only thing keeping him conscious. He's barely all there, mind lost from all the pleasure.
Kleken doesn't relent. The mix between gentle touches or the sting and ache of something harsher. Pleasure mixed with pain, but no longer able to differentiate between them. All he can do is feel.
He feels the other man reach their climax, the hot warmth filling him coupled with those sweet words. Wriothesley comes with a hoarse cry, voice shot and no energy left in him. He spills his seed before everything goes black. The boxer goes slack in Kleken's tentacles, body and mind completely spent.]
[ Ah, he really did manage to hold on until the end. ]
[ With a small smile, Kleken presses the softest of kisses to the corner of Wriothesley's mouth before pulling back, tentacles already on the move to clean them both up as best they can. Quite luckily for the boxer, Kleken does believe in aftercare and his water abilities conveniently mean that the messes splattered across the man's chest and body can be fully cleaned up. Wiped up, clothes changed, and stained clothing discreetly tossed away, leaving them both neatly dressed. ]
[ Once decent, Wriothesley is gently carried over to a resting couch in the changing area, laid carefully onto the couch with a larger jacket set over his body to keep from getting too cold. While taking him to somewhere more comfortable might have been the kinder thing to do, especially for the man's back after everything, Kleken had little idea of where exactly to leave his body and so... well, this would have to do for now. ]
[ He's sure the other man would understand. ]
Do rest well.
[ He is absolutely taking Wrio's shirt with him as he goes. ]
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Kleken doesn't relent. The mix between gentle touches or the sting and ache of something harsher. Pleasure mixed with pain, but no longer able to differentiate between them. All he can do is feel.
He feels the other man reach their climax, the hot warmth filling him coupled with those sweet words. Wriothesley comes with a hoarse cry, voice shot and no energy left in him. He spills his seed before everything goes black. The boxer goes slack in Kleken's tentacles, body and mind completely spent.]
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[ With a small smile, Kleken presses the softest of kisses to the corner of Wriothesley's mouth before pulling back, tentacles already on the move to clean them both up as best they can. Quite luckily for the boxer, Kleken does believe in aftercare and his water abilities conveniently mean that the messes splattered across the man's chest and body can be fully cleaned up. Wiped up, clothes changed, and stained clothing discreetly tossed away, leaving them both neatly dressed. ]
[ Once decent, Wriothesley is gently carried over to a resting couch in the changing area, laid carefully onto the couch with a larger jacket set over his body to keep from getting too cold. While taking him to somewhere more comfortable might have been the kinder thing to do, especially for the man's back after everything, Kleken had little idea of where exactly to leave his body and so... well, this would have to do for now. ]
[ He's sure the other man would understand. ]
Do rest well.
[ He is absolutely taking Wrio's shirt with him as he goes. ]