Or would be, if his head wasn't hot and spinning at the moment. There's not much to collapse back into, but his wings flutter against the grass and dirt as he settles into it, breaths heavy between this teeth and through his nostrils.
...Shit, that was good. Vanitas feels floaty and completely relaxed in the wake of his climax, head resting back against the ground as he tries to gain his bearings again. His whole body tingles, warmth spreading from the tip of his tail upwards, leaving him oddly placated and unable to move.]
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Or would be, if his head wasn't hot and spinning at the moment. There's not much to collapse back into, but his wings flutter against the grass and dirt as he settles into it, breaths heavy between this teeth and through his nostrils.
...Shit, that was good. Vanitas feels floaty and completely relaxed in the wake of his climax, head resting back against the ground as he tries to gain his bearings again. His whole body tingles, warmth spreading from the tip of his tail upwards, leaving him oddly placated and unable to move.]