[ By the end of it, he's left incapable of stringing two words together. Barely capable of making those words in the first place. He manages a few more gasped 'yours'es and just about manages to get his head around two syllables for Sypha's name. Three is out of the question, sadly, and he can't quite get further than the first syllable of 'Adrian'.
Even one syllable is quite the achievement for something that is more a mess of sensations than a person, anyway. Sypha pushes him softly onto his back and settles against his chest, magic-cooled hands against his neck and collarbone, easing him into at least enough awareness that his slowly regaining the capacity for thought is a controlled process. He's crashed badly out of post-orgasmic bliss before, and she won't let it happen again. Not tonight.
Words are a little much to manage, so he just leans his head back into the too-soft pillows with a contented sigh, already half asleep as Sypha signals to Alucard that it's safe, he's not going to crash into self loathing or anything and that chest is a good place to be. ]
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Even one syllable is quite the achievement for something that is more a mess of sensations than a person, anyway. Sypha pushes him softly onto his back and settles against his chest, magic-cooled hands against his neck and collarbone, easing him into at least enough awareness that his slowly regaining the capacity for thought is a controlled process. He's crashed badly out of post-orgasmic bliss before, and she won't let it happen again. Not tonight.
Words are a little much to manage, so he just leans his head back into the too-soft pillows with a contented sigh, already half asleep as Sypha signals to Alucard that it's safe, he's not going to crash into self loathing or anything and that chest is a good place to be. ]