[ He all but groans, his fingers in Kaeya’s hair tugging harder, urging the heat of his mouth and his soft tongue against the delicate flesh of his neck, his knee around his waist tightening as their hips rock together. He is still very new to this, of course; he wasn’t meant to last long. But he nevertheless does his best to make himself last a few more moments, to appreciate the exquisite, twisting heat in his belly, the silky-smooth glide of their lengths together, the weight and heat of Kaeya’s cock –
He whimpers, grinding his teeth together, hips rising to meet Kaeya’s, the small of his back arching off the bed with each thrust. ]
J-just there - ah –
[ Without further warning, pleasure crashes over him hard, like a wave of blinding heat, and he comes against his own fingers and Kaeya’s cock and belly both, sputtering hot, wet strands of come while he cries out Kaeya’s name. He’s loud, feverish in the throes of pleasure, pulling on Kaeya's hair sharply, unable to hold himself back. He couldn’t if he wanted to. Not when he feels this good, this real, this alive.
He whines sharply against Kaeya’s ear again and he strokes himself dry, a sticky, white mess clinging to their bodies as his trembling fingers milk himself for all he’s worth. ]
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[ He all but groans, his fingers in Kaeya’s hair tugging harder, urging the heat of his mouth and his soft tongue against the delicate flesh of his neck, his knee around his waist tightening as their hips rock together. He is still very new to this, of course; he wasn’t meant to last long. But he nevertheless does his best to make himself last a few more moments, to appreciate the exquisite, twisting heat in his belly, the silky-smooth glide of their lengths together, the weight and heat of Kaeya’s cock –
He whimpers, grinding his teeth together, hips rising to meet Kaeya’s, the small of his back arching off the bed with each thrust. ]
J-just there - ah –
[ Without further warning, pleasure crashes over him hard, like a wave of blinding heat, and he comes against his own fingers and Kaeya’s cock and belly both, sputtering hot, wet strands of come while he cries out Kaeya’s name. He’s loud, feverish in the throes of pleasure, pulling on Kaeya's hair sharply, unable to hold himself back. He couldn’t if he wanted to. Not when he feels this good, this real, this alive.
He whines sharply against Kaeya’s ear again and he strokes himself dry, a sticky, white mess clinging to their bodies as his trembling fingers milk himself for all he’s worth. ]