[ 'Fuck and chuck'— what does that even mean? Gathering up his clothes into a bundle on one arm, Sandalphon rolls his eyes, and answers dryly: ] You don't strike me as a particularly cuddly type, yourself. [ He doubts Belial has ever stayed around to cuddle with any of his one-off flings— of which this shameless slattern probably had more than anyone could feasibly count. Besides, as if he'd ever want to stick around in Belial's presence more than was strictly necessary.
He catches the box of tissues without difficulty, but the reminder makes him grimace at the thought. It's not wrong— he can still feel some of Belial's come inside him, a little bit lightly dripping out of him and small droplets leaking down his thighs, and it still feels odd, and unfamiliar, and it's all the more of a strange sensation when that part of his body feels rather sensitive and sore from use. It just amplifies the sense of being sullied and dirty, and he'll need to get back to his room and take a long, thorough shower and clean himself up to scrub the feeling out of his body, and then give his clothes a thorough wash.
For now, though, he can't exactly make it back to his room unclothed, and he doesn't want to walk around with it still dripping, and he has no intention of wiping himself right in front of Belial on top of everything else. He looks around for the door to small, compact bathrooms installed next to every bedroom on the Grandcypher, and slips inside the second he finds it, closing the door behind him for privacy, feeling a little bit like he's running away from Belial's low, teasing voice and sly eyes that both seem to pierce into him.
The second he's inside, he lets out a small sigh runs his hand across his face, feeling his face flush as more and more and more memories of what he's done under his sway resurface and the full embarrassment of this situation seems to finally sink in. ]
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He catches the box of tissues without difficulty, but the reminder makes him grimace at the thought. It's not wrong— he can still feel some of Belial's come inside him, a little bit lightly dripping out of him and small droplets leaking down his thighs, and it still feels odd, and unfamiliar, and it's all the more of a strange sensation when that part of his body feels rather sensitive and sore from use. It just amplifies the sense of being sullied and dirty, and he'll need to get back to his room and take a long, thorough shower and clean himself up to scrub the feeling out of his body, and then give his clothes a thorough wash.
For now, though, he can't exactly make it back to his room unclothed, and he doesn't want to walk around with it still dripping, and he has no intention of wiping himself right in front of Belial on top of everything else. He looks around for the door to small, compact bathrooms installed next to every bedroom on the Grandcypher, and slips inside the second he finds it, closing the door behind him for privacy, feeling a little bit like he's running away from Belial's low, teasing voice and sly eyes that both seem to pierce into him.
The second he's inside, he lets out a small sigh runs his hand across his face, feeling his face flush as more and more and more memories of what he's done under his sway resurface and the full embarrassment of this situation seems to finally sink in. ]