OOC here!
It looked like Sebastian was completely done, unable to do anything but pant as Hadley gently worked on cleaning him up. It seemed that they had two very different ideas about what they were doing. He found himself moved lower, hesitantly licking to clean up the rest of the mess, reaching the length, tongue teasing it before the red male slid back down to where he was. Puzzled he looked over, the words setting off a dim light. He had wanted another round. Now here it was. Eagerly Hadley set to work, tail wagging until he managed to stop it.
They didn't just have a third round, but a fourth and fifth as well. The third round was energized, the fourth full of passion, each time having to rest in between so Sebastian could catch his breath and be able to match Hadley for the next one. On the last round the italian was so worn out he couldn't do anything besides lay on the ground, attempting to wrap his legs around Hadley. Deciding that that was enough Hadley pulled back, not wanting to injure Sebastian by over stimulating him. A short distance back Hadley whined. The sun had started setting at this point, dim rays of orange reaching through the bunker's windows, illuminating the dark room. It really did look like everything was on fire.
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