Relaxing against Sephiroth when he was done, Mello kept his eyes closed, catching his breath with some difficulty. His body had already been exhausted, even moreso now, and the pleasant shivers died down into little more than a warm tingle. He felt nice, like floating in warmth, and made a soft purring sound at Sephiroth, pleased with the praise.
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Date: 2011-06-29 06:26 am (UTC)