[ Nope, don't care. The scrape of teeth against him might make him jerk and shudder abortively, but he doesn't really consciously register it as anything other than a minor annoyance after a hard high. Yep, he's rude as hell. Did Spy expect anything more? Whoops.
For once, Scout maintains the silence too, at least for a while, catching his breath, letting the peak of orgasm rock through him until he rocks back down to the reality that he just let Spy, of all people, give it to him. Then he doesn't know what the hell to say, almost delicately extracting himself from the other man's shoulders, pressing his heels against the bed frame to ease himself away.
The only thought that occurs to him ( good enough to say ) is: ]
Nice doin' business witcha.
[ A patronizing pat would do wonders here, but he's already sliding up the bed, slightly dazed but also beginning to pack himself in. ]
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For once, Scout maintains the silence too, at least for a while, catching his breath, letting the peak of orgasm rock through him until he rocks back down to the reality that he just let Spy, of all people, give it to him. Then he doesn't know what the hell to say, almost delicately extracting himself from the other man's shoulders, pressing his heels against the bed frame to ease himself away.
The only thought that occurs to him ( good enough to say ) is: ]
Nice doin' business witcha.
[ A patronizing pat would do wonders here, but he's already sliding up the bed, slightly dazed but also beginning to pack himself in. ]