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It turns out that, for all the fuss that was made about it, this dance is actually very boring.
This is only just barely a surprise; any event that requires chaperones is an event that Lindsay generally doesn't look forward to. But it is true. Lindsay has had maybe a bit too much to drink, by now — he's accustomed to Bacchanal rites; the feeling is hardly unfamiliar — and successfully slipped away from his chaperone, and yet it is still boring.
Oh never mind apparently he can think about something other than Ashley around his prick.
Lindsay leans forward into Ashley's hand and whimpers.
Ashley tightens his hand around Lindsay's throat until Lindsay's head is likely to be swimming.
His cock is leaking.
He moans as much as he can around Ashley's hand — he's been choked before but he's never been this lost in it —
He nods.
Lindsay feels like he's floating, like the world's dropped out from underneath them, like nothing has hard edges anymore; he smiles like he's lost in a dream; his hips start to stutter as he's taken apart at the seams.
He finishes in Ashley's arms and then slumps against Ashley's chest, still with that beautiful dreamy smile.
Lindsay curls up on Ashley's chest and traces patterns on his shoulder. "I haven't been that lost in it in — I don't think ever."
"It happens when you choose your doms for their discreetness rather than their skill."
Or when you have sex exclusively with other subs. "Mm," he says instead of that, and curls up a little bit more.
…right. There was something he was curious about. "Where did you get that scar? The one on your thigh?"
…he'll ask again when he isn't so melted. "Mm." He goes back to tracing patterns on Ashley's shoulder.
Lindsay follows a few minutes later, his breathing matching Ashley's.
Lindsay will get woken up in the morning by a warm wet feeling around his prick.
Lindsay wakes up from a vivid dream about Leo's mouth; his eyes flutter open and he blinks for a moment before he remembers the events of yesterday.
He puts a hand very cautiously in Ashley's hair.
He runs both his hands through Ashley's hair, then, and if that seems to continue making Ashley happy he experiments with pulling on it, very lightly.
Ashley moans around Lindsay's prick when his hair is pulled. He would probably give more instructions but his mouth is full.
Lindsay pulls harder — that floaty feeling starts to return, he can't really think — t's strange to feel like this while he's pulling someone's hair and listening to them moan.
Ashley pulls off, cuddles up to Lindsay, and says, "Good morning, husband."
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