He's lost in what might be bliss, if only because it's a blankness in which, for the briefest of moments, he forgets everything. He feels no warm glow, none of the softness that comes after love.
He feels empty.
With a soft grunt, he pulls out of her, stepping clumsily back and fumbling at his pants. This means nothing. It was bodies and flesh, nothing more.
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Date: 2013-11-29 05:53 pm (UTC)He feels empty.
With a soft grunt, he pulls out of her, stepping clumsily back and fumbling at his pants. This means nothing. It was bodies and flesh, nothing more.