[There's another layer of relief to his orgasm, once Ives realizes Nehan's also getting off. He relaxes further into it, sighing with pleasure and pressing a kiss to the man's hair. Very good, very good... His hand falls away, but just to his own thigh, so not make a mess on the furniture. When he finally levels his own breathing to speak clear, if ragged, it's just one word in question]
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... Satisfying?