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[Continued from here.]

Thinking about the next time when I'm inside you right now? You're obviously much too coherent for my liking, sweetness.

[Something he intends to change as he slams his hips back in, not at all holding back as he intends to hit that sweet spot in Eiden everytime he snaps his hips and thrusts his cock back into them.

He'll worry about the mess that Eiden will make of him when that time comes. Right now, he intends to wring orgasm after orgasm out of the man trapped under him. Swallows every moan and plea that slips from Eiden's lips in a heated kiss.] Today, is a little extra. I'm feeling gracious, after all.

[ eiden is a certified yapper even when being fucked thoroughly—but the tactic is exactly what shuts him up, sending him spiraling into a shaking moan as he feels wriothesley's cock push up against that spot in him. no, it doesn't push, it strikes, and each thrust in shakes his body, rocks him against the bed, against him as he whimpers.

his essence feels vibrant like this, on the edge of one orgasm, he spills over between the both of them to cling wet and messy. he doesn't stop kissing him, hands trying to find purchase to cling as the aftershocks of coming start to shake through him, all while his cock is semi-soft.

the way he's thrust into earns a whine as he feels his arousal trying to find a peak again, climbing and fed by the way wriothesley insists on spoiling him, so he allows it. sometimes, letting someone spoil you (even like this) can be hard. but he's too far gone, the other's name passing his lips as he meets his eyes, a fucked-out little curl of a smile on the edges of his mouth. he digs heels into him, trying to get him to fill him to the hilt and stay a moment. ]

[The whimpers and moans is music to his ears and he happily swallows each and one of those sounds as though he can taste it on his tongue. If it isn't the man's moans then it's truly just Wriothesley tasting the other as his tongue explores the warm cavern of Eiden's mouth as they kiss.

He continues to buck his hips, the slap of skin on skin mixed with the squelch with everytime he presses his cock inside Eiden's inviting hole. Eiden's body is greedy and he's more than happy to give them exactly what they want as he grinds his cock against the smaller man's prostate.]

[ eiden opens himself up, brushing tongue against tongue, letting his hands fist into his hair as he rides the pleasure that's fed to him. his teeth graze his lip and tug on an especially deep grind, the sound leaving him like a gunshot as he starts to feel overstimulation rise up in him further. ]

Wri—

[ he cuts off, hands seeking purchase between them, fingers dragging down against his chest with every hungry slap of hips against his ass, reddened thoroughly with the force of it, dribbling messily as his cock rubs up against wriothesley's stomach again. he squeezes down against him as he grinds, body determined to have him release even as he's fighting for his life here. ]

Hnnngh... hah... hah... [ the only coherent words: ] A-another one...?

[ it's not that he's disappointed of course, rather, more incredulous. again!? when he comes once more, it's not long - a spurt of concentrated essence-laden spend, clearer than before. his stomach heaves, clenched tightly as he growls a little, devolving into a series of whimpers as he feels his cock already trying to rally again, his body so damn hungry ever since he ended up in klein. it's not fair, he feels he can't keep up some days. ]

Edited 2024-08-09 17:47 (UTC)

[If Wriothesley were a weaker man, he'd definitely have came much earlier with how good it feels to be inside the smaller man. It's just that he knows that refractory periods are a thing and that just won't do when he's trying to fuck the living daylights out of Eiden.

It's a good thing Wriothesley is nothing less than completely stubborn, and he can't help but appreciate how Eiden looks like they're slowly losing more and more coherency with each thrust back into that hot, tight warmth.]

I promised you, didn't I? Sweetness, you have at least a few more in you, right? [He snaps his hips, driving his cock into the other, even after how little the other came last time.]

Or do you want me to stop?

A few m—hah!?

[ the snap of wriothesley's hips earns a strangled sound from him, and eiden bucks like a wild animal, whining. the thought of "a few more" seems monumental-he's already come three times. another?

god, he's managed it, but.

the daylights are indeed leaving the building. eiden's head tips back against the bed as his arms wrap around him and draw him in as close as possible, blunt nails digging into the curve of his ass as he tries to bury him deep inside him. this stupid rabbit is long gone, but eiden wants this more than anything right now. it puts him in his body - physical touch, and he forgets the protest from before (was it really even protest?) ]

Don't stop. You feel... so fucking good...

[ sure, it's lewd and nasty, but god it feels good, grounding, and eiden lets the sensation sweep him away. he'll have a few more just for him, in hopes that maybe he can draw out a stubborn orgasm from the other at last. the man isn't leaving without one.

fades us to black with a nice little ribbon. ]

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