An orgasm was, as Francis had been told in conversations about the topic, the greatest feeling that you could ever experience. It felt hot and beautiful and made your eyes flutter like a moth's wings. He described them with the same fervor as anyone else, as though electricity had shot through him at the top of the world, nothing left to overcome, though nothing had ever felt so pleasurable. As it just so happened, he was… Dare he say it…

Bored out of his mind as he moaned in fake pleasure. Sure, it was nice, but not enough to cause this sort of stimulation, to send his eyes rolling back and set his stomach alight. The words of affection spilling out of his mouth could easily have been held back, and he felt nothing for the young woman at his same tender age of twenty-two that had allowed this almost bothersome sensation to move through him as he came, just like he felt nothing for the countless other men, women, and others-un-placeable-for-whatever-reason he had slept with.

He shifted and moved away, a murmured question placed to ask if she would mind if he smoked inside. She did, but her reply came with a smile and a nuzzle into his neck before he got out of the bed and tied off the condom they had used, clothing himself and leaving the apartment to smoke outside in the hall. He took a drag as he pulled his phone out of his jean pocket. Two messages had been received since he had last checked, both from one Arthur Kirkland.

Did you honestly go home with that bloody girl from civil engineering?

I hope you were at least sensible.

Oui mon cher, because you are always so very sensible.

He puffed the cigarette again as he waited for a response, which came quicker than expected.

You would know.

I do ;)

If that's supposed to be flirtatious it was pathetic. If it's supposed to be mildly disturbing, then congratulations, fantastic marks.

Hush, mon chou

Dare I ask how it was?

As lovely as usual. She's beautiful.

He couldn't bring himself to lie to Arthur, but to tell him how little he enjoyed it? How humdrum coming had always felt to him? No one needed to know that, or how he felt about it. Some days it was fine by him. Other days he felt like he was missing something important. Like he was defunct somehow. Broken because he didn't feel what everyone else seemed to feel.

Francis' texts are centered and Arthur's are regularly aligned, hope that wasn't too tough to figure out. I did have Francis' right-aligned but FF decided that was a no-go.

I'm also super aware that Francis' experience with sex does not reflect all asexuals' experiences, since I'm asexual myself, and I shockingly enough have two other close ace amis, one with an incredibly high libido and the other mildly sex-repulsed, leaving me somewhere in the middle, I guess somewhere around where I put Francis.