[ The pressure on his scalp relents, steel fingers carding into his hair, molding to the curve of his skull.
How strange the sense of victory and satisfaction where it mingles with the familiar compassion that plea kindles in his breast. His heart goes out to him — the puppet has teased too far, and his heart aches to hear him crumble — yet this beastly instinct to hunt and claim shows its proverbial fangs. It exults in his desperation.
This dichotomy is undivided where it matters: on what he ultimately wants.
He pursues it with the contradiction of a metal hand, a heavy and imposing crown keeping his head pinned to the mattress, and the lips pressing a soft and lingering kiss against the swell of his muscular shoulder, bent over his back. The way he chases it with teeth, gripping the meat of his trapezius as he takes himself in hand by the root, lines himself up to lean, lean until weight and gravity force his pliant rim to submit.
He's fortunate there's fur to blunt the pressure of his teeth, Pinocchio's strength isn't exactly being checked under the circumstances, but at least there's no risk of skin breaking. The sensation of his body gradually swallowing him in degrees, all slick and yielding heat summons a low rumble. ]
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How strange the sense of victory and satisfaction where it mingles with the familiar compassion that plea kindles in his breast. His heart goes out to him — the puppet has teased too far, and his heart aches to hear him crumble — yet this beastly instinct to hunt and claim shows its proverbial fangs. It exults in his desperation.
This dichotomy is undivided where it matters: on what he ultimately wants.
He pursues it with the contradiction of a metal hand, a heavy and imposing crown keeping his head pinned to the mattress, and the lips pressing a soft and lingering kiss against the swell of his muscular shoulder, bent over his back. The way he chases it with teeth, gripping the meat of his trapezius as he takes himself in hand by the root, lines himself up to lean, lean until weight and gravity force his pliant rim to submit.
He's fortunate there's fur to blunt the pressure of his teeth, Pinocchio's strength isn't exactly being checked under the circumstances, but at least there's no risk of skin breaking. The sensation of his body gradually swallowing him in degrees, all slick and yielding heat summons a low rumble. ]