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Nycreous

Bedbug

Sep 24th, 2018
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  1. When he wakes up the next morning, alone in his own bed, Bug is sure for a moment that the night before was certainly just a dirty dream. Then he makes to get up, and it /hurts/ deep in the core of him - not a very bad hurt, just sore and tender and new - and he knows, certainly, that a man really did make love to him the night before. It steals his breath, the memory of it; the eager, guiding hands of the half-orc man as he coaxed Bug to the bed, to his knees… he can hardly stand to think about it, for how /good/ it all was.
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  3. Once he feels limber enough, he runs the hottest bath he can tolerate and lets himself soak, cleans off the sweat and sleep with a private little smile on his face. If any of the other men in the house came in for a bath, Bug wonders, would they somehow know? Could they see it in his eyes, or, more plainly, in the bruises from stubby tusks on his chest? It'd be embarrassing, for certain, but Bug thinks maybe he wouldn't mind it. Blush and smile and say /well, a lady doesn't kiss an' tell, but…/
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  5. When he reaches between his legs, the flesh of his private parts is tender, like how his lips felt the night before, after so much kissing but before the rest. He's far too aware that his many housemates will soon be waking up and coming to bathe, so he doesn't touch himself /like that/, but just enough to explore, the tip of one finger curled inside where he took /so/ much more just a few hours ago. It's still slick, what with… how /much/ his lover left in him, and surely that thought shouldn't get him so terribly excited. A private little present. A secret just between him and his body. He breaks his own promise and touches himself just a little, just enough to sate him 'til later, and surely nobody could blame him for that.
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  7. The water has turned lukewarm by the time he steps out, tenderly dries himself off. When he realises that in his haze he forgot to bring his clothes for the day into the washroom, he can't manage to be upset with himself; just dresses back into his pyjamas and slips, comfortable and warm, back into bed.
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