[To say his mind was wandering was an understatement. The high from their session still sending all the wonderful chemicals to his brain that makes him not only feel good, but mind fuzzy and dreamy. He could, of course, pull himself back into reality and pay attention, do things for himself, but he doesn't need to, and that's part of what he loves doing this with Ea. He trusts her, she knows what he likes, what he doesn't like, what can send him into a panic, and she cares for him diligently afterwards.
He hums in languid acknowledgement of her request, hissing slightly as he shifts between her hips and sore arse dragging on the metal, but it passes quickly. Not realizing she had wanted to wash his hair, he drops his head back onto her shoulder, and nuzzles into her cheek with a lazy, cat sort of smile.]
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He hums in languid acknowledgement of her request, hissing slightly as he shifts between her hips and sore arse dragging on the metal, but it passes quickly. Not realizing she had wanted to wash his hair, he drops his head back onto her shoulder, and nuzzles into her cheek with a lazy, cat sort of smile.]
Yes, my dear...?