Blissfully content, was how Navia looked to Théadan's eyes. Hers were shut, enjoying how everything felt post-orgasm. The coolness of the air mixed with the warmth of entangled in limbs, she looked so pleased. Her eyes opened for him, she looked tired, and he could hardly blame her, this morning they were at sea, then they have spent much of the day wandering this new island and its markets. A massage, a bath and two orgasms later they were pretty well spent for the night. Navia was quick to point out he looked thoroughly pleased with himself for having created the mess, she knew him far too well, Théadan loved it of having their releases covering parts of them, it was just so very satisfying, and cleaning each other up afterwards was just as much fun.<br/><br/>Their legs remained tangled together while Navia rolled on to her back, and with a satisfied purr admitted she too was pleased with the mess they had made for the sake of their pleasure. She pointed towards the bath being at fault for them giving in to the temptation of each others bodies, causing a quiet chuckle to escape Théadan. She was certainly not wrong about that, if they bathed again to clean up, they would just end up a mess again, they were utterly hopeless around each other as they had come to know so well. He kept watching his lover, finding her intriguing laying there like that, the bronze of her skin catching in the light of the room, a light sheen of sweat on her body, and her breasts slow rise and fall with every breath. How tempting it was to just lean over and suck one of her nipples into his mouth, oh but then they would just end up at it again. He watched the hand of hers that had brought him such pleasure drift over her perfect Khluri skin, and leave a trail of his seed behind, its white a stark contrast to her natural bronze. Yes there was definitely something so very satisfying about making a mess.<br/><br/>Théadan's eyes remained transfixed on the skin of her abdomen where his seed clung to her. She asked a question, but Théadan didn't really hear it, as his gaze remained on her for a little while longer. It was only when she shifted, asking him if her towel remained on the floor did his attention shift back to her, only to watch as Navia drew slender fingers through his white seed and brought it to her lips for a taste. If Théadan hadn't just had his second release for the night, he knew he would have been erect all over again just from watching that, again she asked a question of him, but he barely heard, instead reaching out his clean hand to wipe his thumb over her lips with some awe. Her simple action just stirred such very primal feelings within him. "Continue to do things like that and you could well rile me up again, then I would have to hatch more plans." He warned feeling aroused even if his manhood could not show it for the time being.<br/><br/>His own hand was still covered in much of Navia's release, and that he could not resist from touching softly on her abdomen, and running his fingers through his seed to mix their two releases together with some fascination, watching clear fluid mix with milky on top of bronze skin. "This contrast we have..." He hummed with pleasure "Between your skin and...me..." His hand rested on her abdomen for the time being, his eyes marveling at the contrast between them. "I think that's one of the things I like most about us together." He murmured, "Two so very different people, hopelessly lost in each other." With a sigh he drew his hand away and rolled onto his side before peering over the bed to spot the towel. It was just out of arms reach, but unwilling to get out of bed, Théadan ended up pressing his clean hand to the floor for support while he stretch out over the edge of the bed to reach for the towel with his other. It probably wasn't the most graceful of actions, but it got the job done, Théadan retrieved the towel, and was soon fully back on the bed, drawing close to his lover while cleaning his hand.<br/><br/>The towel was still a little damp, but it would do for what they needed, and once his hand was clean, Théadan cleaned up his member of any remaining seed before rolling towards Navia, and propping himself up on an elbow to loom over her. He took the hand she had pleasured him with first, and helped clean her of him first, before letting his fingers slip between hers, bronze skin between pale. "It's why I love threading my fingers through your hand, or when our bodies merge." Théadan whispered, picking up his thought where he had left off, as he brought the towel between her legs to gently clean her up down there too. "That contrast felt like such a taboo in the beginning, now I feel like its just one more reason why we are meant for each other." They proved despite the differences between Khluri and Mes'Mo'Tanians, something beautiful and pure could be found together. Théadan brought the towel up to her abdomen mopped up the last traces of his release, and once satisfied they were both clean, he happily discarded the towel once more, before snuggling close to his lover. "As far as plans go, all I want right now is to remain tangled up with you until we fall asleep."