**Pukes drabble**
Wiping tears from reddened cheeks, fingers shaking from a recent burst of excitement, whispers of comfort – a scene that would fit well in a dramatic painting.
Covering bare skin with a light blanket, a belt tossed aside, the scent of guilt almost overpowers the sweat.
The look on his face tells all - he needs to recover. Bounce back from what happened.
Waluigi wasn't always the best at helping people bounce back, but he swore he'd kick himself if he didn't try this time.
"Shh, shhh, mon cher, shh..."
"I went too far. Blame me. Blame me."
"Shh, calm down, I'm here..."
"I got carried away. I'm sorry."
He flinches from Waluigi's touch, still rubbing at the markings on his wrists. Though it hurt him just as much to see him in pain, he kept on trying to envelop him in a hug.
"Luigi, Luigi, it's over, relax."
"We should never do this again."
"Baby, stop shaking, please, I love you. I'm here. Shhh."
"I regret this."
Luigi's whimpers became quieter. His body relaxed as he got used to Waluigi's hold, closing his eyes - trusting him while he drifted to sleep.
"We won't do it again, Luigi." Waluigi muttered, even though, deep down, he desired it again.
The helplessness. The squirming. The dirty talking, venomous pet names. Keeping his arms bound above his head while he teased at his member. Hearing his shouts as the bed almost sounded like it would fall apart any moment. Letting him get close, then stopping and laughing at his needy and pitiful whine..."
No.
No more of that.
At least not with him enveloped in his arms, sleeping peacefully.
Calmly.
Happily.