[Dodger is out of energy to stop him, but his hands are limp and heavy as Ragnar breaks free from them. The older man looks like a god, in the dim light of Dodger's crappy and cheap apartment, drenched in the sweat of the afterglow. He feels like Ragnar could ask him to do anything at this moment, and he'd gladly do it.]
That was fucking... incredible.
[He wriggles free himself, taking a moment to enjoy how the air feels cold after particularly good orgasms sap the unnatural power from his body. Cold is such a rare sensation for him, it's something he chooses to bask in.]
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That was fucking... incredible.
[He wriggles free himself, taking a moment to enjoy how the air feels cold after particularly good orgasms sap the unnatural power from his body. Cold is such a rare sensation for him, it's something he chooses to bask in.]
....What'd you say your name was again?