Bel could hear Barcus, and holding Barcus against him means he can also feel Barcus's reaction to his touch. He's going to stick to far simpler words, interspersed with kisses as Barcus reaches his own climax. Bel eases off, focusing more on holding Barcus with both hands, enjoying the sound of Bel's name on his lover's lips.
It had been far too long since Bel had done it this way -- become friends with someone, and only then invite him to Bel's bed (or be asked to the friend's bed in this case). He'd forgotten how good it had felt. He definitely wanted to do this again; he can only hope that Barcus feels the same.
Normally, post-sex Bel is fastidious about getting clean, even if it is just a dry rag. But cleaning up means dislodging Barcus, who is clearly in post-coital bliss, and Bel enjoys the feel of being clung to, of Barcus's breathing, of his name.
"So much better, yes? This was an excellent idea." At this point it doesn't matter to Bel the exact process of figuring out that both of them wanted this, because they both had.
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It had been far too long since Bel had done it this way -- become friends with someone, and only then invite him to Bel's bed (or be asked to the friend's bed in this case). He'd forgotten how good it had felt. He definitely wanted to do this again; he can only hope that Barcus feels the same.
Normally, post-sex Bel is fastidious about getting clean, even if it is just a dry rag. But cleaning up means dislodging Barcus, who is clearly in post-coital bliss, and Bel enjoys the feel of being clung to, of Barcus's breathing, of his name.
"So much better, yes? This was an excellent idea." At this point it doesn't matter to Bel the exact process of figuring out that both of them wanted this, because they both had.