Between the two lovers, the anger of their confrontation was fading away along with the frenetic energy of the eldritch moon. Now, they craved losing themselves in each other's arms, feeling that searing passion and the raw, weeping wounds in equal measure. They needed to stop the whispers of doubt plaguing their minds that returned after the brief euphoria faded. Escapism through vice or violence was often the way with Gwen and Tristan. Denial and distraction with exotic smokes or spirits, public indecency, or hedonistic extremes. They were fated to live with blistering intensity and the gods only knew if they'd flame out young.
Tristan pushed his c**k deeper into Gwen's mouth, ignoring the same tangled emotions that she was also actively pushing away. He needed her to feel how intensely
