[ Maybe next time. And though it's a little disappointing, Albedo knows it's the right choice, too, and a tacit acceptance that yes, there will be a next time. Now that he's tasted this, it would be a shame for this to be his only encounter of this nature, when there is still so much to discover, to learn, to experience.
He isn't even ready to be done tonight, and even if Kaeya won't be fucking him, Albedo's interest and energy isn't yet spent. One of his slender hand slips between them, fingers circling around both his and Kaeya's lengths, dragging sweetly up and over velvety skin, encouraging the friction and heat between their swelling cocks. ]
I understand. I see no reason not to enjoy the rest of tonight, regardless.
[ He murmurs through a tight exhale, fingers gliding down again to Kaeya's base, to the sensitive skin at his hips, to the soft tufts of hair between. More details to commit to memory, to his portrait of this evening. His artist's mind is never satisfied with simple generalizations. ]
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He isn't even ready to be done tonight, and even if Kaeya won't be fucking him, Albedo's interest and energy isn't yet spent. One of his slender hand slips between them, fingers circling around both his and Kaeya's lengths, dragging sweetly up and over velvety skin, encouraging the friction and heat between their swelling cocks. ]
I understand. I see no reason not to enjoy the rest of tonight, regardless.
[ He murmurs through a tight exhale, fingers gliding down again to Kaeya's base, to the sensitive skin at his hips, to the soft tufts of hair between. More details to commit to memory, to his portrait of this evening. His artist's mind is never satisfied with simple generalizations. ]