[attr="class","zeke"]the duo nestles in a chrysalis, their forms blurring together in a swarm of luxurious blankets that protect them from any chilly winter air that dare disturb them. if it were to come up, zeke would be proud of how incredibly soft his comforter and sheets are. he takes all forms of bedding very, very seriously.

his heart rate has finally died down a bit -- minutes or hours have passed, he isn't sure. blankets and abner's rising chest are the only things that burden his blissful mind while he basks in his post-coital glow. it's heavenly.

"i can't feel anything." it comes out in a coo as he lays against the one-night stand, willingly allowing the guy to break the protocol of doing what needs doing and getting out immediately.

in this moment, he would let abner stay forever.

his legs stretch slowly, the hairs of his legs catching on the sheets and rustling them softly to fill the silence. not that the silence needs filled -- it is tranquil and soothing to listen to abner's heart beat. a yawn forces its way out of his throat to inform him that his brain will be forcing him into a slumber soon.

"thanks, by the way." it's almost comical, a direct thank you for the sex. his tone is both amused and congenial, quiet with exhaustion.

his eyes flutter shut and he stays there for who knows how long, completely defenseless.