[ he's still trying to catch his breath, slowly moving the hand on nero's head down his back, then his shoulder, circling towards his chest in a tight embrace as his other arm comes to join from the other side. ]
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[ he... doesn't know if nero's still riding the afterglow, but he can tell he came, too. he presses his face on the crook of his neck. ]
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[ he... doesn't know if nero's still riding the afterglow, but he can tell he came, too. he presses his face on the crook of his neck. ]
...Did it hurt?