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[charmpagne]

[It's simultaneously over too quickly, yet seems to last an eternity. Sparkling couldn't tell you how long exactly they've been huddled together here in this abandoned store, arguably wasting precious time that they could be searching for food and water, but he's not sure how much he cares about any of that right now. When the world is in a state that it is right now, you can't exactly be blamed for being a bit selfish, and taking what small indulgences you can. He doubts Clotted Cream feels any different.

Suffice it to say, he can't remember the last time he came this hard. Partially from going through a bit of a dry spell, sure, but he knows there's far more to it than that. He's left almost completely boneless after the fact, somehow struggling to catch his breath even though his lungs no longer burn with the familiar ache of needing more oxygen. His body does remember what it feels like however, and can mimic it easily enough. The two are left impossibly close, tangled up in one another as much in a literal sense as it could be metaphorical.

And in the aftermath, they kiss. They kiss, and Sparkling surely feels like he could die right then and there and feel no more regrets. Perhaps the life he's led here hasn't been the best, and he's failed in many aspects, but he has- at least- been fulfilled.

They part, only for that invisible thread to keep Sparkling close, like he'd much rather close the gap and fall into Clotted Cream's arms again. Instead, he keeps his distance by letting their foreheads rest together, his breath cold against the other's lips. He's still a bit dizzy, overwhelmed by the aftershocks of a post-orgasmic haze still slowly rolling over his body in waves. He hasn't even taken his hand away from Clotted Cream just yet, though he will have to soon to avoid touching him while he's oversensitive from having just climaxed.]

CC...

[He swallows, his mouth so dry it's a miracle he doesn't start choking, as he leans his weight carefully against the Mer, settling against him against the corner of their little hiding place. For just a moment, it truly does feel like they're the last two people on earth.]

...thank you. This has been...incredible.

[Worth every second.]

[clottedcream]

[They may have been here for hours, or they may have only been here for several minutes. It's hard for Clotted Cream to say - with the world outside as it is, and the storespace shadowed and enclosed, it's incredibly difficult to tell. At some point his muscles will tell him exactly how long it's been, but right now, they're content to remain relaxed and weak from the stimulation overload.

And he's content to remain close to Sparkling, leaning against him, tangled with him, sharing that cool breath and recovering from a very physically and emotionally intense climax. Both of them seem to be in the same state, and that's just fine. Not so much if something or someone comes in after them, of course, but for right now, he wouldn't trade it for the world.

When Sparkling finally speaks, Clotted Cream's ear fins perk up in reflex, and he parts his lips to respond... but no sound comes out. Licking his lips and clearing his throat, he tries again, and his voice is a bit creaky on the edges.]

I... I wouldn't have it any other way. I should be thanking you. This was not at all the ideal location, and yet...

[And yet, Sparkling hadn't minded. Sparkling had been the one to ask, after all. Never in his wildest dreams had Clotted Cream expected any of this when they'd set out earlier, and yet here they are, tangled with each other on a dirty store floor.

Infinitely more preferable to those awful, never-ending yellow-lit rooms.]

I love you.

[charmpagne]

[It's quite something to realize that the only other time they've sat together quite like this has been when they were trapped in the backrooms, struggling to survive and not yet a proper part of one anothers' lives. Back then, Sparkling struggled to comprehend a reality beyond those aged walls, and now...it's grimly ironic, looking back. Still though, he thinks he'd prefer looking down the barrel of the end of the world to a never ending purgatory any day.

It's like he's been telling himself on repeat since this all began. It's just things. Things can be replaced. Remade. Rebuilt. But people...you can't replace those. And you certainly can't get back the time they have left, which is why he's realizing he wants to spend as much of it with Clotted Cream as he possibly can. Maybe he doesn't know what that means for the future, but in the end, it won't matter much.

He finally does remove his claws very gently from Clotted Cream's slacks, his fingers still dripping as he lets his hand hang loose above his own lap. He pays the mess no mind whatsoever as he nuzzles his face gently against Clotted Cream's, imagining that he would be wrapping him up in both of his wings right now if he could.]

I love you too, CC.

[He presses a feather-light kiss to his lips, chaste and loving.]

Ideal or no, I...I would...very much like to stay here with you a bit longer.

[Just...here. He isn't sure how long "a bit" is, just...he just wants it to be just them for a little while.]