At the feeling of Arthur's arm, warm and muscular and safe, around his body, Valerian exhaled a breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding. His body relaxed, and he let out a yawn; and then, all of his muscles wanted to stretch at once, which only pressed his back closer against Arthur's frontside. He'd never done this before, any of it (a thought that continued pestering him), so he didn't know what was usually said or done after sex. He only knew he liked the touching, he liked the warmth, he liked the feeling of the bare skin against skin, and he liked finally having confirmation that his desires were able to be quenched. Boys talked all the time about how good it was to be with women, but no one ever talked about being with men.
Clearly they were missing out.
Valerian nodded against the pillow, gently pulling Arthur's arm across him further so he felt fully enveloped. Of course, he would have much rather done this in his bedroom, where the sheets were clean and there wasn't brandy all over the floor, and moreover where there weren't a dozen strangers downstairs doing drugs he hadn't yet bothered to try, but he was... content. Happy. Definitely sleepy.
"Yeah," he sighed, his eyelids beginning to flutter, the exhaustion setting in. "I'd like that."
Clearly they were missing out.
Valerian nodded against the pillow, gently pulling Arthur's arm across him further so he felt fully enveloped. Of course, he would have much rather done this in his bedroom, where the sheets were clean and there wasn't brandy all over the floor, and moreover where there weren't a dozen strangers downstairs doing drugs he hadn't yet bothered to try, but he was... content. Happy. Definitely sleepy.
"Yeah," he sighed, his eyelids beginning to flutter, the exhaustion setting in. "I'd like that."
