[He did well. She's pleased. Thomas smiles at that, open and honest in his exhaustion.
Shifting, he slides his fingers out of himself with a quiet noise of discomfort, wiping the lube off on the sheets absently and then reaching out to touch at her thigh.
There's something... soft about him, in this state. Something quiet and relaxed, because he's too tired for the bitterness and the sharpness of when he's properly awake, because she's all he's ever wanted and she's giving him the things he never knew he could enjoy so much.]
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Shifting, he slides his fingers out of himself with a quiet noise of discomfort, wiping the lube off on the sheets absently and then reaching out to touch at her thigh.
There's something... soft about him, in this state. Something quiet and relaxed, because he's too tired for the bitterness and the sharpness of when he's properly awake, because she's all he's ever wanted and she's giving him the things he never knew he could enjoy so much.]
I want... I want it now.
Please.