Lalo is an absolute wreck. The hairstyle he carefully maintains has come undone, and Lalo's hair is plastered to his forehead by sweat. His face is flushed, and her fluids glisten on his face.
His eyes, still adoring, are on her. Eyes wide and puppy-like. Tomorrow, he'll be mortified by the state of his couch, her cooing and praise redirect his attention to her and make him tingle all over happily. He feels warm and light, like he trusts her completely. He'll do anything she tells him. He's so glad she broke into his home - a thought crazy enough that even in his current state, Lalo is able to recognize it as the product of fuzzy-fuzzy, post-coital hormones, not representative of his real opinions.
"It's my honor, Miss Chloe." He drinks up the praise. In response to her question: Yes," he says breathlessly. He's more tired than she is, but not ready to call it quits yet. "Give me ten minutes." He's panting. Then, beginning to get some of his spunk back, he grins and reached out to try and tug more of her pats down. "Let me take these off for you. Your shirt, too. Then I'll carry you back there."
While he gives her his pitch, he pauses from trying to pull his pants down to beginning to pull his own pajamas off. They're soiled now, as a testament to her ability to command even the reflexes of his body.
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His eyes, still adoring, are on her. Eyes wide and puppy-like. Tomorrow, he'll be mortified by the state of his couch, her cooing and praise redirect his attention to her and make him tingle all over happily. He feels warm and light, like he trusts her completely. He'll do anything she tells him. He's so glad she broke into his home - a thought crazy enough that even in his current state, Lalo is able to recognize it as the product of fuzzy-fuzzy, post-coital hormones, not representative of his real opinions.
"It's my honor, Miss Chloe." He drinks up the praise. In response to her question: Yes," he says breathlessly. He's more tired than she is, but not ready to call it quits yet. "Give me ten minutes." He's panting. Then, beginning to get some of his spunk back, he grins and reached out to try and tug more of her pats down. "Let me take these off for you. Your shirt, too. Then I'll carry you back there."
While he gives her his pitch, he pauses from trying to pull his pants down to beginning to pull his own pajamas off. They're soiled now, as a testament to her ability to command even the reflexes of his body.