plot: eden jeong. eighteen. he/him (pls note eden is a cis man but has a very femenine style and presentation). up and coming influencer / works at a makeup store. specific connections can be determined but the long and short of it is: eden has spent the last few hours getting fucked into utter oblivion by his lover (and he loved every second of it even when he was overstimulated and sobbing) and is now experiencing some post fucking bliss while his man is still hard inside him (as you should, king). only requirement is SIZE GAP.
in the glowy aftermath, eden is laid atop their chest, face buried in their neck as they came down from the high of the last few hours. he’s always been petite, baby faced and scrawny limbed but here atop the other’s massive frame he seemed so small. he must look truly pathetic. his hair was ruffled, his eyes puffy, body still sweating and shaking. he had only manages to catch his breath over the last five minutes and even now his lungs ached. his mind is hazy, blissful in a way that he has never truly experiences. for once, his head was empty. no worries, no cares. only this man beside him. that was the one and only thought that occupied him.
he was full to the brim. he couldn’t really recall how many loads he’d taken or how many times he’d been made to cum. his body was littered with evidence. remnants of the mans ecstasy where everywhere, his lips, his chest, his back. really, he needed to get up and take a shower. assuming of course his legs could function after so many hours in the bed. he doesn’t move though, both out of his own desire and the hands that still seemed to hold him in place.
‘you’re still hard…’ eden whimpers, amazed at the feeling of the man’s firm length which had remained buried deep inside of him. every couple of minutes, the younger man’s hips spasmed, a lingering sensation from his last climax, ‘i want to stay..’ if his face wasn’t already red with exhaustion he’d be flush with embarrassment at the confession, ‘can we……can we stay like this for a while?’ he didn’t want to be empty. not when his body had grown so used to the feeling of stretching around the other. his face nuzzles into the skin of their neck, ‘please.’
