Lip groaned, falling back onto the bed, his back arched off the mattress. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, but, who were you to judge, when you were just the same?

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, slumping back onto the mattress, a dazed grin on his face. “Jesus…” he sighed, bursting into laughter when you made eye contact with him.

“Mind… blown,” you sighed, looking at the ceiling above. Lip was the only person who could make you come like that, and you were just glad you lived alone.

“Hey,” he whispered to you, cupping your jaw.

“Yeah?”

Your lips connected in a deep kiss. There was something different about post-fuck kisses. It was the same intensity, but without the desperation. You pulled back, lying back on the pillow. “You gonna go?” you asked, still looking up at the ceiling.

Lip was still looking at you, but now he looked a bit like a hurt puppy when he murmured, “Why, you want me to go?”