Adrien moaned as he rolled away, closing his eyes as he laid on his back, his breath coming hard and fast as he bit his lip.He'd enjoyed himself, greatly. Yet, he couldn't help the memories that threatened to drag him down. Of a thousand other moments, of a blond he used to know. For a moment seeing Draco's bloody body, the last moments of the blond's life, as far as he knew. Those moments that had killed Gabriel and created Dragonheartless. Those moments of the blond's frantic heart, racing with passion then fear as their master destroyed him.
Staring up at the sky, he wondered how such pleasure could bring such pain. And wondered if the blond somehow survived.Not that he'd ever be able to be the Adrien Draco had known again, but it'd be nice to know that he lived. Glancing at Harry he smiled slightly, though it was pained.
"You okay?"He muttered, trailing his fingers over blistered flesh.