The morning sun bathed the room in a warm glow, its rays dancing through the windows and casting a soft light on the tangled sheets of the bed where Henry and Lorian lay entwined. The previous night's passionate encounter had left them exhausted, their bodies sated and their minds swirling with unspoken thoughts and emotions. Henry, his eyes still closed, felt Lorian's body pressed against his, their limbs intertwined, the warmth of Lorian's skin against his sending a wave of contentment through him.
Lorian, his eyes fluttering open, felt the heat of Henry's body against his own, the memory of their passionate encounter flooding his senses. He shifted slightly, his body still sensitive from the night's activities, the sheets rustling softly. He felt Henry's penis, now soft, nestled between his cheeks, and a mix of emotions washed over him.