For a few minutes, Lucien, totally spent, lay on top of Blaise. He could feel Blaise's heart pounding against his own chest. Blaise was still trembling and didn't seem to want to get up either.
But if they were gone too long, people would start to notice. Lucien pulled out of Blaise, who let out a little moan as he did. Blaise rolled over into his stomach, the moonlight highlighting the soft curve of his bottom. His little hole glistened, dribbling out just a little of the seed Lucien had pumped into it.
Lucien sat for another minute or two, catching his breath. It would be bad for them to be late, but even worse if they both showed up flushed and disheveled. Blaise seemed to be resting too, in no hurry to move.
With a sigh, Lucien did his best to get himself straightened up. He found some water, and used it to slick his hair back into place and wash the sweat off. He wet down Blaise's handkerchief and handed it to Blaise, who wiped the blood and semen from his body.