[Klayko]

It was like drinking something cold and feeling the effects trail down the path towards the stomach. When Aryin released, Larry felt everything inside of him, the warm liquid and the feeling of it near his belly, except internally. That was enough to send him flowing out with a smaller stream of his own, but at least it beat better than having blue balls. He felt so exhausted, falling on the pillows nearby face first. His breathing was intense still, the pants audible with some traces of moaning fading away slowly and surely.

“That was...great...” he said at last, his dark olive-skinned hand finding its way to Aryin’s chest. He probably shouldn’t move as much for now given how this felt like one intense workout. For now, he just wanted to rest, but not for too long. He would be lying if he said the smell of their intense and unprotected love making had yet to reach his nose. He rose up just a bit to finally take the room in his sights. By now, the sweating had taken all of his drunkenness out and he was quite aware. This was just their secret though, unless he could find a way to get Aryin to go back to his old ways.

“Hey,” he stated while looking a bit star-eyed with love in Aryin’s eyes, Larry finding his way on top of him just to casually run his hands through his hair. “We should probably shower off and straighten up, huh?”

He had to have had plenty of spare linen to change out for such an occasion.