[ Marcus is near meditative in his own satisfaction as Julius finishes, the firmer handling something familiar and not unappreciated. Also not unappreciated: when it's over, and the gravity of slipping sideways off of Petra and into the bed beside her, muscles all along his back and legs and arms a riot of pleasant aching exhaustion that may be less pleasant tomorrow.
That's fine. What's a tomorrow, can he fuck it, etc.
He breathes slow and deep, boneless while the other two arrange themselves as they may. Even if he had inclination to be insecure, any worry about being kicked out of bed now that it's over would be circumvented by the fact he can no longer move, possibly forever. ]
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That's fine. What's a tomorrow, can he fuck it, etc.
He breathes slow and deep, boneless while the other two arrange themselves as they may. Even if he had inclination to be insecure, any worry about being kicked out of bed now that it's over would be circumvented by the fact he can no longer move, possibly forever. ]