Deepwood Weald the dirty [m]

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Tuvaq was perhaps one of the best for surprises like this. Like with everything else in his life, he took it in stride, barely a wince. Instead, he would goad through it - praises and filthy words that would make even the most seasoned harlot blush. This was the type of thing he liked the best, exciting and salacious and perhaps just a little sacrilegious. 

A lot sacrilegious. 

Once they separated, even the energetic Tuvaq was dizzy with blood loss and coming down from the high of oxytocin his brain had released. If the other would let him, the boy would lean against him, slightly out of breath and certainly boneless.

"That was fun," he stated breezily, offering his newfound friend-with-benefits a smile. "I'm Tuvaq, by the way." Perhaps that would've been better for him to say before the blood drinking and sex, but... better late than never.