[ Yukimura has to take a solid few seconds to catch his breath before he even thinks about asking his body to do anything that involves movement. Masamune damn near fucked the strength right out of him. The comfy post-coital haze descends upon him like a blanket.
He rolls over onto his back with some degree of effort. He looks up at Masamune with half-lidded eyes and blown pupils. He's warm and sweaty and disheveled and spent, just as if they'd been dueling. ]
...It was... exceptional.
[ His voice comes out breathy and utterly sated.
He'd have hearts in his eyes if this were a hentai doujin. ]
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He rolls over onto his back with some degree of effort. He looks up at Masamune with half-lidded eyes and blown pupils. He's warm and sweaty and disheveled and spent, just as if they'd been dueling. ]
...It was... exceptional.
[ His voice comes out breathy and utterly sated.
He'd have hearts in his eyes if this were a hentai doujin. ]