Deepwood Weald Realized I can't not be with you

He sighs quietly as Midar wraps his body around him, trying hard to ignore the way his own body protests the contact. He is pretty sore after last night, and in the exhaustion of these early hours the myriad of hurt spread across his body seems to blur into a single, all-consuming ache. The reminder of their coupling isn't entirely unpleasant, though; it is a strange way of reassuring himself that he is wanted, but Midar is not the type of man to assure him of this with sweet words and romantic gestures. He'll simply have to take what he can get. He stifles a yawn just as his lover greets him, pausing briefly over the question that follows. Tired, He decides to say after a beat, purposefully avoiding commenting on his physical state. He would perhaps prefer it if Midar curbed his enthusiasm a little, but he's far from willing to risk saying as much and discouraging his mate. Sore as he is, he'd enjoyed last night, and he intends on repeating it soon — hopefully without the fighting next time.