[ He blinks, trying to focus in the midst of that post-coital haze, but it’s proving…difficult. He’s still panting hard, trying to catch his breath, except each one he takes reminds him of one very niggling fact—
There’s this big, heavy lug right on top of him.
Baizhu opens his mouth to ask him to get off, then promptly closes it as he considers that he actually likes this nice huge lump of warmth right on top of him, crushing him into the cushions.
He manages to slip an arm around Sylvain’s neck, to awkwardly pat him on the back. ]
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There’s this big, heavy lug right on top of him.
Baizhu opens his mouth to ask him to get off, then promptly closes it as he considers that he actually likes this nice huge lump of warmth right on top of him, crushing him into the cushions.
He manages to slip an arm around Sylvain’s neck, to awkwardly pat him on the back. ]
I suppose that experiment was a success. Hahaha…