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Aryin felt completely drained after the romp they had, his breathing was still slightly erratic but was coming back to more normal rhythms rather quickly; given his own strict work-out routine, sex hardly affected him, but still... he was definitely affected, just not in a more physical way. It was rather emotional, his first time with Larry had been intense and exactly what he had always looked for in a partner.

Aryin caught the hand on his chest and brought it up to his lips, leaving a small kiss on the inside of Larry's palm before setting it back down on his chest - it felt right, being there. The room reeked of their passion, but it was an intoxicating scent all together, burning Aryin's nostrils with its own intensity. He, too, was having similar thoughts to Larry - but, he wanted to get Larry out of this life of crime and destruction, save the innocence that was still left inside of his lover; build a life together with him.

Then Larry was speaking, and he opened his eyes to look at the younger man "Shower... Yeah, sounds like a good idea." Aryin nodded his head and, lightly slapping Larry on his ass, he tumbled the younger man back onto the mattress, kissed him sweetly on the lips and then proceeded to climb off of it. The immediate cold and loneliness he felt when not being right there, connected to Larry, even in just the simplest of intimate ways, was staggering and so foreign to Aryin that it made him shutter slightly.

Only just a few hours ago had he met this man, and already there was a love blossoming in his chest; something strong and intense, just like their passion for one another had been. Aryin shook his head minutely and led the way into the bathroom; they would shower, change the sheets, and perhaps they could just lay in bed together, cuddled close and talk - He did like to talk, but only to those he felt most connected too.