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thirtyseventhHis hand lingered on Shino’s back, fingers resting over the ridge on his spine, their bodies both slick with sweat and catching their breath. There was always the moment that came after, that slow, dull, peaceful, enviable moment where they were a mess. Dylas felt like he was burning up, but he loved this moment, this interlude before their lovemaking would pick up again. He used his other hand to brush strands of hair out his face. It briefly crossed his mind to tie his hair up but he didn’t want to let go, nor did he want to stop focusing on the man in front of him and on him.
And Shino was handsome and beautiful to him, that goofy, pleased smile that crossed his face after great sex, his eyes closed while the only sound that filled the room came from their breathing and from Dylas’ tail moving in the sheets behind him. His back was sore from their position, a light outline of the headboard from when all of Shino’s weight had been against him, riding him seconds ago.
It was at these times that Dylas felt happy. Or maybe it was more than that. At these times, Dylas felt happy, but also that he was allowed to be happy, that it wasn’t the end of the world for him to accept he might deserve good things. He can count in his head how many times he prefaced talking to Shino with “I can be kind of an asshole” or put himself down, but he can’t even start to count how many times Shino has smiled or brushed his fingers through the fur on his tail or made him blush exactly when he wanted to blush.
What do you say in a moment like that? Something stupid, usually, something that gets Shino to laugh or makes Dylas feel like he’d said the wrong thing later.
But today there was no worry on his shoulders when he finally broke the silence to the man resting against him. He reached out and gently cradled Shino's cheek in one hand, making rare post-coital eye contact.
“You’re a good boy, Shino.”
And with that, his ears flick down. He'd meant to say "man," but something else slipped out instead. Maybe he'd get it right next time.
And Shino was handsome and beautiful to him, that goofy, pleased smile that crossed his face after great sex, his eyes closed while the only sound that filled the room came from their breathing and from Dylas’ tail moving in the sheets behind him. His back was sore from their position, a light outline of the headboard from when all of Shino’s weight had been against him, riding him seconds ago.
It was at these times that Dylas felt happy. Or maybe it was more than that. At these times, Dylas felt happy, but also that he was allowed to be happy, that it wasn’t the end of the world for him to accept he might deserve good things. He can count in his head how many times he prefaced talking to Shino with “I can be kind of an asshole” or put himself down, but he can’t even start to count how many times Shino has smiled or brushed his fingers through the fur on his tail or made him blush exactly when he wanted to blush.
What do you say in a moment like that? Something stupid, usually, something that gets Shino to laugh or makes Dylas feel like he’d said the wrong thing later.
But today there was no worry on his shoulders when he finally broke the silence to the man resting against him. He reached out and gently cradled Shino's cheek in one hand, making rare post-coital eye contact.
“You’re a good boy, Shino.”
And with that, his ears flick down. He'd meant to say "man," but something else slipped out instead. Maybe he'd get it right next time.
