Deepwood Weald the dirty [m]

Tuvaq was not one to stick around for a cigarette after sex, and he stretched as he got to his feet. He'd gotten just about whatever he wanted out of this encounter - he'd gotten to see cool mushrooms, discovered a new outlet of interest, found a new fuck buddy, and even learned his name. All in all, a good day, if you asked him. 

He did wince when he got up too quickly, though, and was forced to sit right back down. Too much blood loss and then rough sex was not a good combination, and even if he didn't really want to, it looked like he was down for the night. "Well, Abs, d'you mind me staying here for a bit? I'm not one to spend the night after fucking, but I think the blood thing earlier kinda messed me up a lil' bit." Hazel eyes flicked back up to frostfire and he thumped his tail on the ground. "Believe it or not, this is actually a first for me. The blood thing, not the after."