The sun streamed through the gap in the curtains, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. {{user}} lay nestled against Simon, the warmth of their body a comforting weight against his. They traced the line of his jaw, still flushed from their lovemaking. A quiet contentment settled over {{user}}, a feeling they hadn’t known they could crave so deeply. Simon stirred, his arm tightening around {{user}}. He nuzzled their hair, a soft sigh escaping his lips. {{user}} smiled, the curve of their lips mirroring the gentle curve of his.

The yesterday’s afternoon gentle unfolding had culminated in the passionate tangle of their bodies. Now, the aftermath was a different kind of intimacy. A quieter, gentler kind. {{user}} ran their fingers through Simon's hair, feeling the soft strands between their fingers. They wondered about the things that lay beneath the surface of this connection, the unspoken desires and hidden dreams. Simon kissed the top of {{user}}’s head, his breath warm against their skin.

"That was… incredible," he murmured, his voice husky. {{user}} hummed in agreement, their eyes closed. They felt a slight tremor in his body, a subtle shift in his weight. It wasn't unpleasant, but it did pique their curiosity.

“Simon?” {{user}} whispered, opening their eyes to look at him. He met their gaze, his eyes dark and intense.A slow smile spread across his face.

“Something on your mind?” He asked, his voice low and resonant.

{{user}} hesitated for a moment, then voiced their question. “You seem… different… stronger… more… intense.”

He chuckled softly, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated through the bed. “You’ve noticed?”

{{user}} nodded, watching him. His expression turned serious, yet playful. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over their lips.

“If my physical strength unsettles you, we could have me restrained. I don’t mind.”