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[armwriostle]

[The words barely register in his mind. He barely parses any of it, but he does hear 'stay' and 'end' and his mind cobbles up whatever that might mean. Wriothesley nods, though it's impossible to tell if he actually knows what he's agreeing to.

Whether he actually can.

His body has long since been pushed passed its limits, the pleasure his body was feeling is barely even something he can mentally parse. What hurts and what was pleasure all felt the same. It was all sensation burning through his body and he can only accept it because there's truly no strength left in his body.

The boxer's moans are feeble sounds, too hoarse now from the overuse of his voice. His body is slack and the only reason one can tell that he's still barely conscious is his unfocused gaze through half-lidded eyes. And even then, that's a stretch with how the man seems to struggle to hold on.] Ah... Hah...... [The desperation to cling on even though it was a losing battle.]

[lieabilities]

[ He's done so well to hold on for as long as he did and to be frank, Kleken had expected the man to pass out a while ago. At the very least, when he'd finally started taking the man himself. ]

[ He keeps up that demanding pace, working Wriothesley to his very breaking point without rest or break. Or a final release, not until he's done as well, pouring low moans and bites over the other's chest, leaving more than a few marks from both teeth and tentacle suckers. Each time he can feel the man start to lose consciousness, he coaxes him back with gentle touches of a tentacle, over and over again, all the way until Kleken can feel the edges of his own orgasm finally come for him. ]

[ Then, finally, pressing his hips deep with a grind that makes him shiver as well, he groans out his own release and a last softly heated murmur. ]

Come for me one last time, like a good boy.

[armwriostle]

[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.]

[lieabilities]

[ Ah, he really did manage to hold on until the end. ]

[ With a small smile, Kleken presses the softest of kisses to the corner of Wriothesley's mouth before pulling back, tentacles already on the move to clean them both up as best they can. Quite luckily for the boxer, Kleken does believe in aftercare and his water abilities conveniently mean that the messes splattered across the man's chest and body can be fully cleaned up. Wiped up, clothes changed, and stained clothing discreetly tossed away, leaving them both neatly dressed. ]

[ Once decent, Wriothesley is gently carried over to a resting couch in the changing area, laid carefully onto the couch with a larger jacket set over his body to keep from getting too cold. While taking him to somewhere more comfortable might have been the kinder thing to do, especially for the man's back after everything, Kleken had little idea of where exactly to leave his body and so... well, this would have to do for now. ]

[ He's sure the other man would understand. ]

Do rest well.

[ He is absolutely taking Wrio's shirt with him as he goes. ]