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[ The rest is technicalities. There’s orgasming and then, there’s what follows.

He breathes, in and out, unevenly while Jean Louis frees him of the condom and throws it off to the side, just lying there, partially stunned, trying to put his world back together. When Jean Louis climbs off his body, Elio feels momentarily alone, abandoned, and the feeling gets to him, like it resonates with something deep inside of him. Something he knows the shape of, too well. Then, the other man finds a spare duvet and spreads it out over him, like a parent tucking in their child, almost, except they just fucked, so not so much, right? Still, it feels nice.

Oh, he feels tired.

Shifting beneath the duvet, he makes more room for Jean Louis as the other man joins him. Breathes in the scent of him, dark and dangerous and masculine. He lies down on his stomach next to Elio, head on one arm, eyes focused on him almost unblinkingly. Elio thinks he should be afraid, probably, though he doesn’t know of what.

He isn’t. Maybe he doesn’t even care.

Instead he reaches out slowly, rolling onto his side at the same time, and runs his fingers along the prominent line of the other man’s jaw, even more prominent due to the early stage of a beard. Elio caresses him, his five o’clock shadow. Lovingly. Then, he lets his arm fall back to his side and closes his eyes. He’s exhausted. Like he’s just hollowed himself out, lost a little bit of himself to give way to the other man’s cock.

Either that or gained an extra limb. Time will tell.

Smiling, he shifts a little, the mattress dipping beneath his weight, finds his comfort and stays in it. ]