He's cocky and amused, laughing through the afterglow, and I'm draped over him, just as spent as he is. He's strong, plenty enough to support us both at the moment, and I take advantage of that in the way I'm limply draped across him, lifting one hand to rake through his hair, grab, and pull at random. I feel like an overcooked noodle, all smooshy and content. Well, -almost- all smooshy. My knot's still tying us together; it'll be a while before it goes down, though considering how un-fucking-believable that orgasm was, maybe it'll take less time than I think.

Either way, Marvey's stuck with me for at least the next fifteen minutes, and I'm a chatty fuck.

"I think we're gonna have to do this again sometime, new kid," I laugh, nosing the shell of his ear. I'll start to think about propping myself up on my own strength in a few minutes. For now, Marvey gets a Basco-shaped blanket. "You're something else. What'd you say you are?"

If I had any oomph left in me at all, I'd throb at the memory of how fast I hilted myself in him. It was almost like a woman's body - but even then, the typical bitch requires -some- preparation, at least. I've never bedded any creature, of any gender, as...accomodating as Marvey.