Yuugi laid flat against the bed and panted hard against the sheets.
Blood poured from his wrist, and he couldn't bring himself to lift it. Was this what euphoria was like? Not the simple pleasure of orgasm, but absolute completeness and sensation...
Like a duty fulfilled.
Like coming home.
Like... being lo--
"Ka...a..."
He couldn't even find words. He was too drunk. Too giddy. He smiled even as the sun burst in his chest and his veins sang with joy. He knew he needed to speak, to stand, to do something--
But all he could do was lie on the bed with an obvious hardon and stare up at his ceiling.
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Blood poured from his wrist, and he couldn't bring himself to lift it. Was this what euphoria was like? Not the simple pleasure of orgasm, but absolute completeness and sensation...
Like a duty fulfilled.
Like coming home.
Like... being lo--
"Ka...a..."
He couldn't even find words. He was too drunk. Too giddy. He smiled even as the sun burst in his chest and his veins sang with joy. He knew he needed to speak, to stand, to do something--
But all he could do was lie on the bed with an obvious hardon and stare up at his ceiling.