So lost in his own pleasure was Ryan that he barely noticed what Mau was doing. His climax was like a thousand-year drought being alleviated by rain, washing away everything that he had been denied for what seemed like an eternity. But finally, after what seemed like forever, his length ceased its twitching and the tension bled out of his body. He was left breathing heavily, awareness of the world finally returning to him. And so he gradually made sense of Mau's warm body against his, shivering with tremors from who knew what. Pleasure, perhaps? She had came hard, in violent convulsions that had gripped him inside her and sought to milk him for all that he had.<br/><br/>It was more than that, though. It seemed that Mau was not as invincible as she pretended to be, considering her actions as they came down from that cataclysmic climax. Ryan let her grab his hands and place them around her in a facsimile of an embrace, still trying to comprehend what he had just done.<br/><br/>God, he thought, as Mau turned and buried her face into his chest. Now that he had finally attained his long-denied release of body and emotion, rationality was slowly filtering back into his mind. His cock slipped out of her, gradually losing rigidity as he came down from the orgasmic high. A lazy droplet of their mixed fluids slid out of her, splattering onto his bare leg. A symbol, a marking, clear evidence of the union they had just engaged in. A physical brand that he had imprinted back onto Mau's body, as though he had reinforced a sign that said that he was still willing to have her. God.<br/><br/>So much had remained the same, yet so much had not. The whole denouement of their passion was deja vu, wisps of memory clouding his mind. All those times that Mau had fallen into his arms, streaked with sweat and heaving from the exertion of a violent fucking. Late nights when he had pulled her against his chest and brushed her hair out of her forehead and pressed his lips. The light of a lone lamppost outside the window shining through a dingy window and illuminating her body curled up against his, two foolhardy teens finding solace in each other.<br/><br/>It was like that, but it was different as well. Did he feel fulfilled? Not entirely. Yes, he had poured out years of sorrow and anger. But it wasn't as easy as that. And now that there was room for emotions other than carnal desire, a melange of feelings poured back into his thoughts, leaving him wondering what he had done. Had he thought that just stepping into Sully's would lead to this moment, to him feeling like this?<br/><br/>And so his hands were hesitant as they clasped around Mau's bare back, feeling the damp sheen of sweat across her smooth skin. If he was wondering, so too was Mau discombobulated, albeit in a different manner. He looked down at the top of her head in a light haze of confusion, trying to figure out what exact he ought to do with the girl shaking in his arms. In another world, another Ryan, he might have enjoyed how much he had broken her. Wasn't that what he had wanted to do, when she had provoked him? And yet, now that he had her throwing herself against him, he didn't feel any sense of accomplishment at all. Only fatigue.<br/><br/>Ryan shook his head to shake himself out of his reverie. "It's okay," he shushed, voice quiet. "It's okay. You have nothing to apologize for."<br/><br/>What now? He felt empty, a sharp contrast to the strength that had infused him only moments ago. A sigh slipped through his lips, a ghost of regret making its way into the world. "I'm the one who should apologize."<br/><br/>For what? He didn't know.