[ albedo may give no further warning, but that's quite all right, considering kaeya does not need it. he's seasoned enough to feel when his lover is getting close, to read it in the arch of his body and the way his breathing quickens, harsh and ragged. yes, that's just what kaeya wants, just what he wants to hear - it's this pleasure, this attention that he drowns himself in so fully.
which makes it all too easy for him to tip himself right over the edge. there's no reason to draw it out and wait, after all, when he's not about to please himself any other way. besides, there's something perfectly beautiful about simultaneous orgasms, something lovely in the way that they reach that glorious peak together, lost in one another's pleasure.
so kaeya lets go, with a low, shuddering groan.
rocking his hips forward, he presses into the slick grasp of albedo's fingers, into that sweet, wet heat that has only become wetter, the heat of albedo's spend against his cock and skin so wickedly delicious that he can hardly stand it. panting hard, kaeya spills, spending himself against those perfect, delicate fingers in sticky ropes. they're a mess, both of them, after all they have done, but kaeya is nevertheless content to fold down against him, his shoulders heaving as he catches his breath for a moment before he's seeking albedo's mouth again, in a hungry, messy kiss. ]
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which makes it all too easy for him to tip himself right over the edge. there's no reason to draw it out and wait, after all, when he's not about to please himself any other way. besides, there's something perfectly beautiful about simultaneous orgasms, something lovely in the way that they reach that glorious peak together, lost in one another's pleasure.
so kaeya lets go, with a low, shuddering groan.
rocking his hips forward, he presses into the slick grasp of albedo's fingers, into that sweet, wet heat that has only become wetter, the heat of albedo's spend against his cock and skin so wickedly delicious that he can hardly stand it. panting hard, kaeya spills, spending himself against those perfect, delicate fingers in sticky ropes. they're a mess, both of them, after all they have done, but kaeya is nevertheless content to fold down against him, his shoulders heaving as he catches his breath for a moment before he's seeking albedo's mouth again, in a hungry, messy kiss. ]