Luxaela just huffs as he watches Aoba inspect that as well, sluggish mind catching on that, at least to Aoba, pink semen is an anomaly. It doesn't smell like much (nor does it taste like much, either, should Aoba go that far. Maybe a little sweet.)
Once released, Luxaela's coil doesn't quite let go of him yet, and in fact flails a little from the loss of body heat. Luxaela's quick to draw his grip forward a bit to steady it so it doesn't fling his bodily fluids everywhere.
"Ao~ba," he begins with shaky moan, "I'm still coming..."
His fluids continue to puddle on the floor, and it's all Luxaela can do to keep holding his dick long enough to at least not have an unsatisfying finish with Aoba no longer giving it any attention. Letting his eyes drift shut as he waits out the last pulses he has, and for the last softened waves of bliss to run their course, he pulls away enough to sit down on the nearest bench, to keep himself from falling over.
Are all humans-- no, there's no way all humans are like Aoba. Well, he thinks Aoba's human. Probably.
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Once released, Luxaela's coil doesn't quite let go of him yet, and in fact flails a little from the loss of body heat. Luxaela's quick to draw his grip forward a bit to steady it so it doesn't fling his bodily fluids everywhere.
"Ao~ba," he begins with shaky moan, "I'm still coming..."
His fluids continue to puddle on the floor, and it's all Luxaela can do to keep holding his dick long enough to at least not have an unsatisfying finish with Aoba no longer giving it any attention. Letting his eyes drift shut as he waits out the last pulses he has, and for the last softened waves of bliss to run their course, he pulls away enough to sit down on the nearest bench, to keep himself from falling over.
Are all humans-- no, there's no way all humans are like Aoba. Well, he thinks Aoba's human. Probably.