Secret || Caleb & Open
The submissive’s breathing was slow and deep now, an abrupt veer away from the labored panting that had been chafing his throat a few minutes ago, and even this sluggish dragging of air down into his lungs was a monumental effort. Everything felt heavy. His arms, his head, his eyelids. Nothing wanted to move, and his muscles throbbed rhythmically, protesting even the idea of moving. He was content and warm, as exhausted as though he hadn’t slept in years.
He was too tired to open his mouth, so he just hummed something vague, already having forgotten why he needed to make any noise at all. The solid, heated and inexpressibly comfortable surface beneath him was vibrating, which was odd. Furrowing his brows a little, Caleb waited for the numbness to recede from his body, which he realized only now was starting to happen .. extremely slowly. He could kind of feel his toes again, and there was a sharp sort of twinge in his hip when that came back. Caleb groaned without opening his mouth and stirred feebly, not enjoying the reminder of pain. He really didn’t want that back. Couldn’t he just stay right here, and not feel anything but the oddly comforting hum under his head?
Sensation returned just then to his stomach and chest, and Caleb’s mind disconnected at once from the pain beginning to spread down his thigh. He felt-- good. Better. So much better. Lighter. He took a deep breath and sighed it out, reveling in the god damn wonderful feeling that had taken up residence inside his rib cage. Better than being drunk, or high, or drunk and high combined. Without the slightest awareness that there was anyone else in the room, Caleb shivered pleasantly, nuzzled closer into the warm surface beneath him, and observed slurringly, “Well.. ’m dead now.”
