Gwyn had to try so hard not to whimper, but out came the smallest of sounds... Dark had to go for his neck. "D--dark," he tried to quiet himself again. "yes--we have to stop."
Dark sighs. "Alright pet. Whatever you say." He stays on top of you, but keeps quite and still as Wilford walks out the bathroom. "Hm. Oh well. I'll just have to make a new batch for the nonny. To the kitchen!" Wilford smiles, walking out. Dark lets out a huff and you feel like a block of your memory was shot out your head because you blink and Dark is beside the bed, buttoning up his jacket. He cracks his neck. "I'll have you know this is something I most certainly will not forget. Especially when neither of us finished," Dark teased. He walks over, lifting your chin with a curled index finger."I know you might regret this night, but know I don't regret a second of it. If you ever want to do this again, do not hesitate to request so, love." Dark hums.