That hoarse moan pulls Rook out of his post-bliss coma, coming back to himself with a gasp as he leans in to hold Ulysse through his orgasm, mouthing his neck as he spills himself between them.

Rapid seas and ocean beasts, this man is beautiful. For a while Rook doesn't even notice that his magic has now been tethered to Ulysse while he holds the man and watches him come down from his release.

Eventually, though, eventually it'll have to end and Rook finds himself curiously nudging the thread he feels between them, his magic safely tucked away inside Ulysse. His fingers slowly trace circles onto Ulysse's back as he stares right back into those dark eyes.

"I'm yours, huh?" he asks after a moment. And before Ulysse can deny what he said, speaking over him if he tries, Rook goes on: "And you're mine."