Ashley nestles close as Ereuvir settles them on the floor, just focusing on catching his breath and regathering his senses. He’s sore and filled with Eruvir’s seed, and very pleased with the situation, all the more so when Ereuvir begins to play with his hair. Ashley makes soft, pleased little noises as Ereuvir caresses him and combs through his hair.

“I liked that,” Ashley murmurs at last, voice quiet but warm with pleasure. “Ereuvir,” he says, enjoying the name on his tongue and saying it with affection and a little bit of reverence.