[Booker is not kind about that soreness, he is not as gentle with As-Shasa as Shasa is being with him. But he at least isn't being deliberately harmful anymore either. He needs this kiss to ground him in something other than the tender electric jolts of his already tired cock being worked even further, and it's still not enough to keep quiet gasps and hitching whines out of his mouth.

He doesn't... love that he now knows what his own come tastes like. Doesn't love the taste of the blood either. But as his mind begins to disappear behind a certain fog again he finds he has no trouble indulging in it anyway. His fingers disappear into Curtain's hair, brushing it out of the way, back behind his ears, over his shoulders, making it even a little orderly almost as a thoughtless, nervous habit.

And this persists until... there is no more of it to do. After a few minutes his cock finally does run dry, Booker's body has cooled considerably, and the overly long member finally seems to deflate and begin to pull back into itself.]