Lost Creek Hollow are you worth your weight in gold? cause youre behind [m]y eyelids when i'm all alone

they don’t go all the way, more alike getting each other off with affection high—alamar lets jaime give whatever he wants, takes it with the soft eye rolls and melts into the grooming across his neck and chest. each touch given signs of appreciation through quiet grunts and moans, as he works on shifting his hips.
eventually the slump, jaime blissed out, alamar too cocky (heh) for his own good. the surge of guilt creeps up, slow and present but kicked away—tossed in the back of his mind for the moment. he slips away from crowding over jaime, shifting to flop onto his side next to him instead.