Once he's recovered enough to blink his eyes open (it takes a minute or two, and he's still slightly panting as his lungs recover from the brief moment of oxygen deprivation when they seized hard in his chest) and laughs.
"Not hurt. Gods no, not hurt. Don't...don't apologize. S'okay."
He weakly presses his lips against her skin, kissing lightly.
"I'm okay. Just...nobody's ever done that--" Disbelief tinges his tone, but it's not negative. In fact, he even sounds a little bit proud - of her. "Gotten me t'come like that. That...that was..."
There are not words to describe what his brain is feeling.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2024-03-31 12:58 am (UTC)"Not hurt. Gods no, not hurt. Don't...don't apologize. S'okay."
He weakly presses his lips against her skin, kissing lightly.
"I'm okay. Just...nobody's ever done that--" Disbelief tinges his tone, but it's not negative. In fact, he even sounds a little bit proud - of her. "Gotten me t'come like that. That...that was..."
There are not words to describe what his brain is feeling.