[ The soft, breathless tone of his voice makes it clear that it's not a demand. His hips slapping against the man's thighs may be a very clear demand for the man's sanity, even after having taken most of it so far, but his words are more of a... light expectation. A suggestion of the inevitable would be more accurate. ]
[ And soon enough, those rough thrusts take their toll on Kleken, curling over Wriothesley with a soft gasp as he spills himself inside, sending his tentacles to expand their presence inside of the other man and grind very pointedly against the sensitive spot inside of him they'd long ago discovered. ]
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[ The soft, breathless tone of his voice makes it clear that it's not a demand. His hips slapping against the man's thighs may be a very clear demand for the man's sanity, even after having taken most of it so far, but his words are more of a... light expectation. A suggestion of the inevitable would be more accurate. ]
[ And soon enough, those rough thrusts take their toll on Kleken, curling over Wriothesley with a soft gasp as he spills himself inside, sending his tentacles to expand their presence inside of the other man and grind very pointedly against the sensitive spot inside of him they'd long ago discovered. ]