[His climax may be over, but somehow it doesn't seem to leave him completely, his chest still straining with the need for oxygen, his head still full of bubbles where his thoughts should be. It's only when he sees her licking her hand that he collects himself a little, reaching up to pull it down.]
Don't... It's dirty.
[He doesn't panic, the way he might have under other circumstances. But he'd still feel bad if she consumed that kind of waste product (nevermind that blood isn't any better or worse).]
... And don't apologize, okay? That was amazing.
[Maybe that's not the most logical thing to say when lying around half bled out, but he means it from the bottom of his heart.]
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Don't... It's dirty.
[He doesn't panic, the way he might have under other circumstances. But he'd still feel bad if she consumed that kind of waste product (nevermind that blood isn't any better or worse).]
... And don't apologize, okay? That was amazing.
[Maybe that's not the most logical thing to say when lying around half bled out, but he means it from the bottom of his heart.]