04-12-2019, 05:45 AM
He was lost in his thoughts as he started a bath, cold since he didn't have the energy to go and warm the water first. He set to work immediately scrubbing at his body, as if to erase any trace that Arthur had touched it. He didn't regret it, exactly, no. But the shame of having taken bed with a man he wasn't married to ate at him almost instantly, the Selkie's concern being that his first time had been an impulsive act. He jumped a bit when he heard a knock at the door, faltering before responding quickly.
"I'll be out in a moment.", he called flatly, face flushing dark at the mere thought of such intimacy between them. He finished washing soon enough, and exited the bathroom with a towel kept around his waist, another thrown over his shoulders. He was exhausted, thoroughly worked over, but he managed to get clothes on before falling into bed heavily. He didn't pay Arthur much more attention; in fact, he wasn't expecting the man to want to join him now. That was fine; James would be more than happy to forget it had even happened. He was still shocked by how fast it had all come upon them, more so by his own compliance, the lust that had consumed his flesh like fire burning through him. The lust that /still/ burned through him, albeit less sexual and more emotional. With their 'breeding' complete, now came the innate urge to curl up with the other, to stay near him and revel in what attention he'd offer. It was written into his instinct, to remain dutifully by Arthur until the next time, to breed tirelessly until there wasn't a single doubt he was carrying pups. He could only hope Arthur would keep his distance, and never again speak about their intimacy.
"I'll be out in a moment.", he called flatly, face flushing dark at the mere thought of such intimacy between them. He finished washing soon enough, and exited the bathroom with a towel kept around his waist, another thrown over his shoulders. He was exhausted, thoroughly worked over, but he managed to get clothes on before falling into bed heavily. He didn't pay Arthur much more attention; in fact, he wasn't expecting the man to want to join him now. That was fine; James would be more than happy to forget it had even happened. He was still shocked by how fast it had all come upon them, more so by his own compliance, the lust that had consumed his flesh like fire burning through him. The lust that /still/ burned through him, albeit less sexual and more emotional. With their 'breeding' complete, now came the innate urge to curl up with the other, to stay near him and revel in what attention he'd offer. It was written into his instinct, to remain dutifully by Arthur until the next time, to breed tirelessly until there wasn't a single doubt he was carrying pups. He could only hope Arthur would keep his distance, and never again speak about their intimacy.