[Wriothesley is nothing if not stubborn and it's really the only thing keeping him conscious. He's barely all there, mind lost from all the pleasure.
Kleken doesn't relent. The mix between gentle touches or the sting and ache of something harsher. Pleasure mixed with pain, but no longer able to differentiate between them. All he can do is feel.
He feels the other man reach their climax, the hot warmth filling him coupled with those sweet words. Wriothesley comes with a hoarse cry, voice shot and no energy left in him. He spills his seed before everything goes black. The boxer goes slack in Kleken's tentacles, body and mind completely spent.]
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Kleken doesn't relent. The mix between gentle touches or the sting and ache of something harsher. Pleasure mixed with pain, but no longer able to differentiate between them. All he can do is feel.
He feels the other man reach their climax, the hot warmth filling him coupled with those sweet words. Wriothesley comes with a hoarse cry, voice shot and no energy left in him. He spills his seed before everything goes black. The boxer goes slack in Kleken's tentacles, body and mind completely spent.]