"Why can't you handle it?" he muttered softly to himself, carrying Halueth to another clean bed.
In his dreams, Halueth's cheeks were rosy, looking as docile as a not-yet-grown kitten. Ethlando held his body close, his mind filled with images of Halueth's seductive expressions when he had been pleasured.
Sensual and innocent at the same time.
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When Halueth woke up, his whole body felt like it had fallen apart.
The fading memories rushed back, leaving him tired and embarrassed. He reached out, but there was no one beside him.
He suddenly became fully awake, sat up in bed, looking at the clothes scattered on the floor, and slowly regained his awareness.
"Awake?"
At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and out came Ethlando, already dressed neatly. He changed his clothes, looking fresh and composed.
