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[courtinsession]

God, Kyle, baby, just like that, just a little more, I'm so close, babe, fuckin' love you like this, you're so fucking gorgeous --

[Corry breaks off in a deep moan, bottoming out inside Kyle, grinding his hips against his ass. He reaches around, grips and pumps at Kyle's cock and pants against his ear:] Come on, come on my cock, beautiful, lemme feel you...

[kyley_b]

[Kyle can't articulate anything beyond a startled shout, body shuddering hard as he comes after only a few strokes of Corry's strong hand. It feels like the only thing keeping him from shaking apart is the ropes crisscrossing his body. Panting, face a wet mess, he still tries to grind back though.]

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[Corry muffles his own groaning gasp against Kyle's neck, arms going around his shuddering, bound body, holding him close, tight. With the sweet grip of Kyle's ass on his cock, Corry isn't far behind in coming, hand finding Kyle's throat and squeezing just a bit as he does, almost instinctively.]

[kyley_b]

[The world seems fuzzy and far away, eclipsed by the feeling of his own body. He can't breathe, and it is euphoric even as he has confused thoughts about death and Batman costumes.

He shivers helplessly, wanting only to collapse.]

[courtinsession]

[Corry very much wants to do the same, but he's the one who isn't tied up here, so he has a responsibility. Truthfully, this is actually one of his favorite parts -- being that safe place to come down from the dizzying high of trying something new and exciting, making sure that there's no terrifying drop.

So he's already tugging the knots loose, first Kyle's wrists, then his legs, then the web of rope over his chest, letting it fall loosely onto the messy bed. Then Corry’s shifting back, stretching out and wrapping Kyle in his arms, rubbing at the rope-marks on his wrists, kissing the back of his neck.] I gotcha, you're okay. You did so good, baby, so damn good.

[kyley_b]

['That was amazing,' is what Kyle opens his mouth to say. Instead he bursts into tears. He clings to Corry like he's the only thing keeping Kyle anchored to the earth, sobbing.]

I'm okay. I'm o-okay. I don't. I don't know why I'm c-crying.

[courtinsession]

[Corry’s still catching his breath, but he manages a soft laugh, smoothing a palm up and down Kyle's back, soothingly.]

Hey, hey, don't apologize, you're okay. You're all right. Crying's normal, all the adrenaline or something. I dunno, you're the smart one. [Corry reaches to tug a blanket up around Kyle, peppering his face with kisses.] You're okay, babe.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle laughs, although his chest is still hitching. He keeps hanging onto Corry as he slowly gets his emotions under control.]

Right. The, uhm. The drop. Wow.

Thank you. That was... wow.

[courtinsession]

You don't have to talk yet, sugar. [It's soft, that syrupy drawl that Corry only gets post-sex slipping in. He keeps stroking up and down Kyle's back, smooth and rhythmic.] I'm not goin' anywhere, you just take your time. Catch your breath.

[This is normally the part where Corry pulls away, gets ready to leave. But he just repeats:] I'm not going anywhere.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle focuses on breathing at a slow, steady pace. Corry's voice and Corry's touch work to ground him, to keep him feeling safe while he processes.

He smiles, wavery but genuinely happy.]

I know you're not.

Can I have some water? I think you fucked me so good that I'm dehydrated.

[courtinsession]

[Corry preens a little, looking very proud of himself, then kisses Kyle's forehead once more.] Yeah, babe, be right back.

[After carefully disentangling himself, Corry’s back in a few moments with water -- and Tylenol and a washcloth.] You're gonna be sore tomorrow, but you shouldn't bruise, I don't think.

[kyley_b]

[He snorts, because of course Corry would manage to look smug at a time like this. He lays boneless for a moment, smiling stupidly even as tears dry on his cheeks.

Kyle forces himself to sit up when Corry returns so he can accept the water and pills.]

No? Pity. I like bruises.

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Oh yeah? [Corry snorts in amusement, crawling back under the covers and tugging Kyle into his lap.] I'll remember that for next time, then.

[Then he's quiet, watching to make sure Kyle drinks all the water, before saying softly:] Thank you.

[kyley_b]

Yeah.

[He goes easily, looking satisfied.]

Hm? For what?

[courtinsession]

Mmmm. [Corry shrugs sleepily, nestling his chin over Kyle's shoulder.] Trusting me, I suppose. Being here.

[kyley_b]

Of course I trust you. You're the fucking best.

[Kyle shuts his eyes, exhausted.]

Mmm. I'll always be here.