[Affection is drunk up by Dionysus in any form, and he huffs a strained, happy noise as Gershom leans into him. His eyes are mostly closed now, only the hint of the bright glow of purple whenever he lifts his head to look at his friend's face, and then between their bodies.]
Man, I'm- gonna come.
[He might as well warn him, in case Gershom wants to let go and let Dionysus finish himself off, or move, or something rather than get splashed.]
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Man, I'm- gonna come.
[He might as well warn him, in case Gershom wants to let go and let Dionysus finish himself off, or move, or something rather than get splashed.]