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Having such a great deal of attention paid to his member was, of all things having transpired there that day, something he'd never could have thought up. Nemesis had told him about sex, she'd answered his questions, but never had she mentioned anything even remotely close to what he was currently experiencing. It was similar to when he'd mounted her, the same warmth surrounding him, but he'd not needed to exert any amount of energy in order to fall over the edge. Once more, he'd found his body easing as a shiver passed through him, body releasing for her exactly what she'd been waiting for. This time around, however, he'd not felt a need to settle down, having reached out for her again the moment she'd moved from beneath him in order to sit up.

While he'd not connected with her in any way, he had ensured that only the smallest amount of space was left between them, mind working feverishly to offer him an response for her. And when something had finally come to mind, it'd surprised him to say, "I don't think I care either way anymore." For the moment, he was rather content with how everything had unfolded, regretting nothing; the feeling would not last forever, though, but he'd not the desire to seek out when it might end. So instead of thinking of what would eventually come to be, he'd found himself with a question of his own. "Do you live here?" Xan had asked. As he'd awaited her answer, he'd leaned in closer, teeth finding their way to her neck as he'd attempted to preen the fur there. The gesture was meant to be a gentle one, to show that he really couldn't find it in himself to care for the time being, but it'd turned rough, as was usual when it came to the Inuit boy.