Obsidian and Plum: Unlikely Events
Chapter seven – Emotional parting

It all happened so quickly once the rescue team had arrived. Paul had been startled awake when the rescue crew and Greninja had entered the cave – the sun barely making an appearance. He'd sighed in relief before the realisation had hit him, this was it; he couldn't go home yet, seeing as the storm was on a direct path with Sinnoh, but he didn't have to stay with Ash either. They would soon part ways once again, and this time, Paul was sure it would be forever.

The first responding rescue team had carried Ash down to the off-road assistance vehicle on a stretcher, and once they'd reached the ambulance, they were transferred over to the paramedics. Paul had carried all the bags, and Greninja had returned to his pokéball. Pikachu had steadfast loyalty to Ash, and he'd refused to leave his trainer's side – so much so, that the paramedics had agreed to let him stay out of his ball for the time being; Paul only briefly entertained the though of wishing them sarcastic luck in their Pikachu catching endeavours – but his mind had been elsewhere.

Paul had accompanied Ash all the way to the hospital located in Jhoto – it hadn't registered to him at first, that they were traveling away from home until they'd arrived at the emergency department. Jhoto was the safest destination for now, and he'd never noticed the mess that the storm had left throughout the town in its wake. His mind had been thinking of the obsidian-haired young man, realising that what he felt must have been love – as much as he dared to admit that to himself.

He'd never loved anyone before – Reggie certainly didn't count because he was his brother, and it was a different kind of love.

Yes, that entire ambulance ride had gone by in a blur; Paul had been lost to his own thoughts, occasionally reassuring Ash that they were on the way to the hospital. Ash had cried out in pain as they'd moved him from the cave, and they'd administered him with a strong pain alleviating medication. The drug had made Ash inattentive and lethargic. 'Easier to deal with.' Paul thought.

When they'd first pulled up outside the hospital, a part of Paul wanted to leave and never look back… but a stronger part of him wanted to know if Ash was going to be okay first.

Paul had been questioned relentlessly regarding Ash's personal information and his injury. He'd worn a look of hazy inertness as he'd answered the questions to the best of his ability, not really hearing his own words. They'd asked him if he was okay at some point, and he'd realized again that he was at the hospital with a doctor trying to talk to him. He'd forgotten when he got there, but he'd remembered flashes of the journey.

After Informing the doctor that he was just a friend, he'd been told that he wouldn't be able to see Ash until he'd woken up from surgery – which probably wouldn't be until tomorrow now, considering that it would most likely be after visiting hours when he woke up.

"Surgery?" It had been the first question Paul had remembered asking. He hadn't realized that Ash's injury had been so serious, he'd thought it was just a broken leg – the type you patched up, threw a cast on, and then sent the patient home. Sitting in the family and friend's room, he remembered every word the doctor had said regarding that.

"Mr Ketchum has suffered a severe fracture to the tibia. The bone is displaced with possible signs of compression. Whilst under general anaesthetic, we will work to realign the bone and screw an Intramedullary rod down the centre. This will hopefully strengthen the bone and help it to heal in the correct position. I wouldn't tell you this Mr Mackeller, but as you've obviously saved Mr Ketchum's life and seem to care about him a great deal, I feel you deserve to know at least that much." The male doctor had then smiled at Paul in sympathy.

"His mother? She lives in Pallet town I believe." Paul asked. He wondered if Ash's mother would even be able to come and visit her son on account of the storm.

"We haven't been able to contact his next of kin as of yet, but we will keep trying. The storm really has caused a great deal of problems – it would explain the failed phone calls. I expect the storm is over Kanto right about now." The doctor mused, before he'd looked back at him. "Mr Ketchum was lucky you were there to look out for him the way you did. You probably saved his leg, and his life too for that matter."

"He will be alright, right?" Paul had asked, watching the doctor closely for any signs to indicate he was hiding anything.

"Mr Ketchum is quite ill, but yes, I'm confident he will be alright. There is no reason to suspect he wouldn't make a full recovery with the correct treatment and time…"

Paul didn't remember much that was said after that. A few things registered however: it would be at least twelve hours before Ash even got back from surgery – which was scheduled later that day: He wouldn't be permitted to see him because he wasn't family: and until Ash was awake to confirm he was a friend, he might as well go to the local pokémon centre or hotel to get some rest.

Paul thought it was utterly ridiculous! After everything he'd done for Ash, anyone with half a brain would know he wasn't the young man's enemy. He'd been told that Ash was sleeping anyway, so there really wasn't any reason to stay. To be honest, he wanted Ash to be asleep when he visited him, but the damn hospital rules resulted in him leaving.

Paul managed to check into a room at the Pokémon Centre in Goldenrod city. The town was recovering from the damage mother nature had caused, but luckily for Paul, some people had started to leave the Pokémon Centre that morning to go back home. With people starting to move out, the Pokémon Centre had available rooms again; the only ones left, were those waiting for the Kanto and Sinnoh weather warnings to be dropped.

Paul jumped into the shower as soon as he'd been allocated his room. He'd washed so quickly and violently in frustration – attempting to expunge his thoughts, his feelings, and get lost in the task at hand… but it hadn't worked. Paul sunk to the floor of the shower, sitting under the hot stream pouring down onto his naked form, lamenting in grief over the obsidian-haired trainer he'd left back at the hospital.

The steam in the bathroom thickened as Paul sat there with his hands on his face, trying to sedate the disarray of thoughts and feelings jumbled in his mind… and his heart – a heart that Ash had woken and crushed in only a few days. He felt the tears trying to form in his eyes as he sat there for a long time, but they never fell, instead his hands quivered with the stress of it all. Eventually he managed to tune-out his thoughts, hearing only the sounds of the water hitting him and the tub, and the feeling of it falling onto his body.

Paul finally exited the bathroom, throwing on some reasonably clean sweat pants. With only a towel over his shoulders, he took his bag down to the laundry facilities and loaded his clothes into the washing machine. He then returned to his allocated room. Laying on the bed, he thought back to all that had happened this past week.

It was harder to forget about Ash after everything that had happened, then it had been before the storm had ensured their very unlikely re-encounter. He'd taken care of Ash so meticulously, cleaned his naked body so tenderly, held him through seizures, and nursed him as best as he could in the circumstance. Holding Ash last night in the cave, while the young man sobbed in his arms, it was the closest he'd ever gotten to him –– it was also the closest he would ever get to Ash again.

Paul shifted off the bed, walked over to his bag, and pulled out a single Soothe-Bell hanging from a red ribbon and dressed with a small yellow bow. He turned the cold silver metal in his hands, hearing the slight clink of the ball inside as it moved – its chime restricted by the contact of his skin surrounding it. Even if he allowed the Soothing chime of the bell to ring, it wouldn't bring him peace, joy or friendship like they claimed it would. Paul had taken his own bell back when he'd gathered up Ash's belongings that morning. He knew he had to say goodbye to the young man – a final goodbye, with no intention of crossing paths again. He'd taken back his bell to remember Ash by, convincing himself that it wasn't stealing because he'd originally won it in the Hearthome City Tag Battle Competition.

Paul used to believe, that inanimate objects holding sentimental value was pathetic! To allow yourself to get attached to mere items was inconceivable… but Ash had once again changed his mind. Now, the bell resting between his fingers was almost precious, it was the last and only piece of Ash he could hold onto. Staring at the reflective surface of the metal, Paul decided he would visit Ash one last time. One final time before he locked the door behind him and moved on with his life.

A life that a certain obsidian-haired trainer would be no part of.

Paul usually had a very different way of seeing things – analytical and matter of fact. To him, things were either worth his time or not – it was as simple as that. He didn't do anything he didn't want to, never wasted time on things he had no interest in, and he usually had little time or patience for anyone else.

Ash confused him, because where the trainer was concerned, he couldn't place him into a neat little box and closed the lid. He wanted to be with the man, yet his calculated mind concluded that it wasn't a viable option – so, Ash wasn't worth his time. On the other hand, the finality of never seeing Ash again was painful – it didn't feel right.

Paul was always cautious about letting his emotions impede or impact his judgement, but he had feelings, of course he did! He just pushed them down, deep down, and buried them away so he wouldn't make a fool of himself. He didn't want to allow himself to be vulnerable to the ignorant jerks, cunts and arseholes of the world. He only spoke to people that he felt deserved his time.

He'd always been misunderstood as a child; people were always quick to make judgment of him before they'd even given him a chance. They saw what they wanted to see and that was that. Paul believed that the world needed less judgmental pricks – people like Ash, and it was another reason he'd become so cold, short-tempered, and acted with indifference.

As Paul lay on the bed at the Pokémon Centre, alone with nothing but his thoughts, he realized; that was how he'd started to fall for Ash in the first place. He'd never understood his fascination for the boy, but now he was finally piecing it together.

He'd become captivated by Ash, and one huge reason had been because Ash wasn't a judgmental prick! Ash would never quit trying to initiate a conversation, never left him alone when he was being a jerk, never gave up on him as a potential friend – even if they were rivals in a competition. The more he'd been forced to deal with Ash's insistent battle requests, the berating of his pokémon training methods, along with the insistent importance of friendship, trust and encouragement… the more he'd wanted to prove that Ash was wrong. In turn, he'd learnt more and more about the obsidian-haired trainer, and he'd really started to admire his personality. Beyond the traits of the boy that had annoyed and frustrated him, were traits that he approved of and admired.

Ash had been – and still was in fact, very different to him in certain ways. Yet, they'd both trained pokémon, they'd both wanted to get better – stronger, and among those similarities between them were anger, stubbornness, and determination. It wasn't long before he took notice of Ash and realised that he was cute. That one word that had gotten him into trouble many times before – but it was true, Ash was cute and attractive, and he was also annoying and stubborn, and that had pissed Paul off back then.

As their paths had crossed more frequently, he'd become infatuated with him. Not just by his looks, but by his personality and fiery spirit too. Paul had been determined by then, to prove that Ash was wrong because the obsidian-haired trainer had confused him. Ash had played with his emotions, captured his attention, and woken his dormant heart in the process. He'd wanted to cling to a reason to dislike him, force himself to see Ash as nothing more than a pathetic idiot, so that he would lose interest in the boy.

When Ash had beaten him in the 'Lily of the valley conference' and had advanced to the semi-finals however, Paul knew – without a doubt, that Ash had merit in his methods and Ideals. It became impossible to categorise him as an idiot any longer – nor did he want to by that point. Despite how much he'd scoffed at Ash's training methods, Ash's pokémon had grown much stronger.

Later, he'd witnessed Ash defeat two of Tobias's legendary pokémon – before the blue-haired trainer had won the battle. Ash was knocked from the competition in the top four. Paul felt near commiseration for Ash's loss – it was a shame Ash hadn't won the league. At least Ash had done what no other trainer could; he'd defeated Tobias's Darkrai! Every battle that Tobias had participated in, started and finished with his Darkrai – even in six on six battles, the guy had never needed to call out another pokémon because no one could take down his legendary dark type. Ash had even managed to knock out his Latios to boot, and Paul felt something close to pride in Ash for doing so. Even in Tobias's last battle – against a trainer that had gone onto the finals, said trainer couldn't even take out Darkrai. If Tobias hadn't been in the competition, Ash would have stood a real chance of winning the Lily of the valley conference. Luck just hadn't been on Ash's side.

It was after all that, that Paul knew he'd developed more than platonic feelings for Ash Ketchum of Pallet town. He'd always ignored them – shoved those feelings away in a tight little box, but when Ash had appeared again after all this time… those feelings had jumped out and might as well have slapped him in the face. He'd left Lily of the Valley Island, thinking it was just a fascination – a childish phase or crush that would simply pass after a few weeks… but it never had. He'd never considered the possibility that he'd fallen in love with him, nor that he ever would… but when it came to the obsidian-haired pokémon trainer from Pallet town, he lost it every damn time!

Paul had never forgotten about Ash Ketchum, no matter how much he'd tried, and he knew now that he never would.

Hospital visiting hours ended at eight that evening. It was seven-fifty-five currently, and Paul was being defiant with the nurse. Nurse Twine was refusing to let Paul visit Ash, not even for five minutes.

He'd tried to appeal to her better nature, explaining that he wouldn't be returning and just wanted to say goodbye – just wanted to see him once before he left. She tried to dissuade him further, insisting that Ash was barely awake from surgery, still comatose and very much under the effects of the anaesthetic. She'd made it very clear that even if he had been an authorised visitor, Ash needed his rest and therefore the visit would be pointless anyway.

Having already wasted half an hour outside the hospital – pacing and debating with himself whether to go in and see Ash or not, he'd be damned if anyone would prevent him from seeing the young man one last time.

Sighing in feigned defeat, he walked away with his head bowed… Only to sneak back onto the ward when the head nurse was gone. Paul hurried to locate Ash's room without being caught. He was thankful for his stealth, and his ability to hide in plain sight. He was quiet, quick, and no one else battered an eyelid if they'd seen him.

Ash was in a private room, white, simplistic and sterile. Drips were attached to both of his arms – fluids and IV antibiotics, Paul assumed by the looks of them. A mint green hospital blanket lay smooth over his body, except for the raised area over where Ash's broken leg was – most likely the cast, or a frame to prevent the bedding laying over it. Paul restrained from taking a look, and instead glanced over to the heart monitor Ash was connected to – if it wasn't for the flashing lights and lines of his steady heartbeat, he wouldn't have even known it was there. The steady beating shown on the monitor was a comfort.

The quiet of the room was eerie, only Ash's wheezing breaths could be heard as he slept. He had a tube for oxygen placed under his nose, instead of a huge face mask, and Ash looked clean and relaxed.

Paul placed a hand on top of Ash's, and gently curled his fingers around it. Paul's face was blank, but his eyes danced over the sleeping form lying there oblivious to his disallowed visitor, and most likely jacked up on morphine or another type of pain-relieving drug. Paul just stood there, stroking Ash's hand with his thumb, and shaking while he took a deep breath in and out. He didn't have to say anything, he just had to see him one last time. Ash was alive, he would be perfectly fine now, the doctors and nurses would take care of him from here.

'I think I have fallen in love with you Ash, I have nothing to compare my feelings to, I just know it hurts to let you go, to say good bye.'

Inhaling a shuddering breath, memories flashed like a cascading waterfall, and they started with three Starly bird pokémon – the first time he'd met Ash.

-Ash standing there, with a Starly on his shoulder and a fist clenched proclaiming.
"…Any pokémon can be strong if you train em!"

-Ash, 'swimming' pathetically on the ground from the Stantler's confusion.

-After winning his own Coal badge, hearing Ash's voice.
"Where you going, aren't you going to stay and watch my battle?"

-Ash's bright smile, his common phrases and body stances flashed in his mind.
"…I choose you!" –– "Let's go!" –– "Awesome!" –– "I can't wait!"

-A smiling Ash, as the winner of the Poké-Ringer competition, holding his winner certificate with his left hand and symbolling a peace sign with his right hand, next to Staraptor with Pikachu in front of them.

-Ash's face turned down, his cap shielding his eyes, after I beat him in Veilstone city in a six on six battle in front of Reggie and his friends. I heard his sniffles as he tried not to cry, while I walked away and tried to ignore them.

-Ash's clench teeth, and the way he growls when he's angry.

-The last time he saw Ash in Sinnoh, walking down the steps.
"Good luck Paul." Ash smiled. "Yeah, thanks you too." He replied. Ash's brown eyes glittered as he smiled back at him.

-Ash's face when he lost the league to Tobias. The defeated look in his eyes even from the TV screen he was watching Ash's battle on.

-The way Ash clung to him in pain from being moved in the cave,

-The small-weak smile on Ash's lips, when he remembered who I was after his temporary amnesia.

-Ash suckling and biting his index finger while he thought about something.

-Ash looking up at me from my lap with tear filled, big brown eyes as I held him in my arms just before he asked.

"If I was gay, would you want me as your boyfriend?"

…More then anything!

Paul clenched his fist, coughed at the back of his throat, and swallowed hard as he fought down the 'fucking emotions' welling inside of him – emotions that only Ash could cause.

Ash stirred slightly. "Hm…" He mumbled something far too quiet and incoherent to make any sense of.

Paul couldn't be there if Ash decided to come around from the drug's effects completely. He shouldn't have been there at all, and he didn't have answers to the questions Ash might ask. He had only come to say goodbye, to make sure that he was safely back from surgery.

Paul knew it was his last chance, so he slowly leaned forward placing his lips softly onto Ash's ones. Ash's lips twitched ever so slightly at the connection, and Paul lingered for a moment before pulling away.

The head nurse was currently carrying out her usual checks on her patients that started at eight pm. A quick peek in through the windows of the patient's doors was all she needed to do for the moment, vitals would be recorded at nine pm. She would have called for security when she reached Ash's room, had she not caught the exact moment of that kiss. Smiling slightly, she shook her head. Choosing not to get the plum-haired boy into trouble, she decided to give him the chance to leave willingly – just this once. He was not permitted to be here, and even if he was, it was past visiting hours now.

Paul was staring at Ash's sleeping body when the door opened. The nurse coughed sternly, to signal her annoyance, and Paul quickly put on his blank and expressionless face. He bowed his head in respect and apology to the nurse, before leaving without a single word exchanged.

Internal pain screamed like a tantrum at his core, and his heart cried out for symphonies of radiance beneath Obsidian, and deep bronzite eyes of warmth and earth. No one would see past his mask, they would only bear witness to his typical, angry, unimpressed side and think it truth. He wouldn't allow others to see what he was thinking or feeling, it was none of their fucking business, and he would be livid if anyone had pitied him or so much as asked him what was wrong.

Paul had been hiding his true thoughts and feelings since he was a child – even from Reggie, it was now second nature to him. Usually he could hide them so well that he'd bury them from himself, avoid them and forget about things that hurt the most, but this was one of the hardest things he'd ever tried to ignore. It was impossible to forget about his feelings for Ash, and his anger at that leaked out; he was short tempered and had zero patience.

Walking through the Pokémon Centre to return to his room, some green-haired, big-mouthed jerk had rudely bumped past him in the hallway and tutted. Well that's how Paul remembered it, in actual fact it had been Paul who had barged past the guy, giving no fucks to who he collided with. Being the solid of the two, Paul had nearly knocked him off his feet in the collision.

"Watch where the fuck your walking dude!" He complained to Paul, gesticulating to emphasize his annoyance.

The green-haired man was about an inch shorter than Paul, but skinny and easy to snap like a twig. Paul didn't look it at first glance, because he was wearing baggy sweat pants and a loose jacket, but he was strong, and not someone you wanted to be on the wrong side of – especially not today. Clenching his fists and growling at the guy, Paul glared at him seething in anger.

The green-haired man gulped at the look in the black hellish eyes that glared at him and ran, comparing the strange purple-haired man to an angry Ursaring – if Ursaring had purple hair that is, and everyone in Jhoto knew not to pick a fight with an angry Ursaring.

Inside his room, Paul slammed the door closed behind him and kicked off his shoes – sending them flying across the room. He rubbed his face, inhaled deeply, and then huffed out in frustration. Paul knew it was against the rules of the Centre, but he didn't give two fucks as he went to open the window and lit up a cigarette from his new packet.

Leaning out of the window he drew in hard, breathing it into his lungs before shakily breathing out the smoke. He'd purchased the twenty-pack before walking to the hospital earlier. He'd smoked: one immediately once he'd gotten outside, during his walk to the hospital: two just debating seeing Ash or not, as he paced outside the hospital, and shaking with nerves: and two more on the return walk to the Pokémon Centre. This was his sixth cigarette within two hours.

Paul finally started to relax now that he was alone though – and totally fixed up on nicotine. It was time to move on and leave Ash in the past where he belonged. Regardless of Ash's sexuality, Paul convinced himself he didn't need a hyperactive, chirpy, idiot in his life with his positive and sunny disposition driving him insane anyway. Reggie was bad enough, going on about friends and trust all the time, he didn't need two people in his life doing it and lecturing him over his choices.

Paul flicked the cigarette end out of the window, and then proceeded to enter the bathroom to get ready to sleep. He was too emotionally, and physically exhausted to do anything else.

When Paul exited the bathroom ten minutes later, in just his boxers, he climbed into bed. Despite his doubt that he would be able to get to sleep easily, it really didn't take long for him to crash out in the end.

Ash pulled at his jacket so suddenly – so determined, pulling him down to his knees beside him on the ground. The way Ash was staring so deeply into his eyes… he was too startled to do anything but stare back into those bronzite-brown tired ones … brown ones that stole his attention as they shone in the fire's glow … brown ones that hypnotised him as they flickered their gaze.

'What is Ash doing?' Paul thought, but he was lost to the glowing bronzite that apparently sought his soul through his eyes. He gulped.

Ash was too close; his warm, raspy breaths tingled against his lips teasingly. Desperately he fought the urge to ravish his mouth, and those cherry lips ––

He bit his gum to restrain the moan that tried to escape his own lips, and he held his breath. He wanted to close his eyes, so he could break the connection and gain back his self-control, but those eyes had truly captured him, and they held him tightly in their spell.

He cursed under his breath, failing hopelessly in his attempt to look away from such inquisitive, beautiful brown eyes, and illness flushed cheek bones. His fists clenched, and his toes curled in his sneakers. 'Fuck!'

He had two choices: he could go for it and act like an idiot again, or he could pull away quickly and lose the contact that he was secretly relishing. Arceus knew how much blood was running south right now, how fast his heart raced, and how much he was fighting to hold back. He really didn't wish to make the same mistake twice. He needed to make a choice and fast!

'I can't!' He thought, desperately trying to pull away, but Ash's eyes held him there as they glowed into his soul and sent his blood gushing south.

His arousal spiked, his cock groaned as it hardened – twitching with needy desperation, and he wanted to feel Ash's arse around his cock so badly that the craving alone was almost hurting. His butt cheeks clenched, his heart raced, and a moan slipped out as he shifted his legs.

'Fuck!'

He should have been angry with Ash for doing this to him. He should have just moved and walked away, but he couldn't!

He groaned.

Ash looked down and saw the tent pitching in Paul's sweatpants.

Paul was about to lose his temper with the obsidian-haired trainer… but Ash suddenly smiled and collided their lips together.

Ash suckled, licked, and moaned into his lips, and when Paul didn't open his mouth, Ash nipped at his bottom lip. Paul lost all self-control – he melted, he caved, he moaned loudly, and he shoved Ash down onto his back.

Their tongues battled for dominance – Ash lost, but then his pants had been yanked down and suddenly there was a hand around his cock – massaging pre-cum up and down his aching shaft.

Desperate kisses, roaming hands, and Ash's voice–

"I want to suck your cock Paul." Ash demanded him seductively.

Paul froze, speechless – was this really happening? It was risqué and dirty, and coming from Ash's mouth – Arceus! It was hot, erotic, and Paul was not only intoxicated in the sensual and sexual sensations, but he felt contentment now – the one he'd wanted all this time, the one he'd craved for five years, he wasn't rejecting him.

Ash suddenly rolled over hard taking Paul with him, repositioning them so Ash was now on top and hungrily eyeing his cock.

That head of obsidian hair lowered, until a tongue glazed over his skin, until soft, wet cherry lips closed around his tip and sucked as pre-cum oozed out. Ash lapped up his pre-cum, and Paul moaned a quiet huskily sound, his head thrown back, and he welcomed the mind-blowing relief and pleasure that would only grow to earth shattering proportions if that mouth didn't stop.

"Ash? Mhmm." Paul tried, but as soon as he started to speak, Ash's bobbing grew faster, like he could read his thoughts. "Fuck!"

Paul could feel his climax racing towards the end, it was close. His breathing increased, he was sinking deeper into that euphoric out of mind sensation, and he griped Ash's hair guiding his mouth to work faster and deeper. He needed Ash to make him climax, he wanted Ash to swallow his cum like a prize he'd earned, and he was so close – so close…

But then it dawned on him; it was all too fast, was he really that aroused and about to cum into Ash's mouth already?

His mind was shot, his body so far gone that he gasped and moaned as he questioned himself and the situation he was in – something wasn't right.

It could have just been the fact he was easily aroused – having been stuck with Ash for over five days in the cave, and Pikachu essentially masturhating him… but something wasn't right.

Ash should have been ill...No! Ash should have been in the hospital! This wasn't Ash!

"Ash… stop! Fuck!" Paul cried out… but it was too late.

His muscles clenched, everything went taught, and he came in Ash's mouth. His body pulsated with his release.

Paul's eyes were closed, his body reacting from the orgasm that Ash had just given him… Ash?

Sighing at the sweet merciful release of pressure, in one long shuddered breath, Paul opened his eyes to work out what was going on…

It took a few seconds to work out what had happened.

He'd felt amazing from his orgasm, his legs and cock still twitching, a little left over cum bubbled out thru the tip of his cock to join the rest, but he was confused…

…There was no Ash. He wasn't in the cave. He was in bed in nothing but his boxers. He was still at the Pokémon Centre. It was the middle of the night. Only eight hours ago had he said his final goodbyes to the obsidian-haired trainer.

His cock gave a few last twitches before starting its slow journey to flaccid.

"Fuck." Paul cursed.