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[ Wolfram's mind slowly sobers up. As feelings of heat and dazedness beings to dissipate, he becomes aware of his surrounding— he is resting his head on top of Axel's shoulders, the bite on his neck stings, half of his legs are still wearing his pants, trapped by his brown boots and... Axel didn't followed him.
Why, he wonders, feeling embarrassed as soon as he listens to Axel's words which prompts him to bury his face on the curve of Axel's neck. ] ... You didn't -- [ His breathing is still messy, but it is gradually returning to normal. Although his head feels numb, he can't help but think about how he wanted both of them to go at the same time, so rather than enjoy the relaxing feeling that is coursing through him right now, he focuses on making his hand return to their previous position between Axel's legs.
That felt good, way much better than the last time they were together and he feels like Axel should be enjoying the same sensation he is feeling right now. ]