[Yakumo pulls him in close, tight and warm even compared to the heat of his cocks, the sway of hips. being able to do little more than hold on isn't a new sensation, but doing so while practically engulfed by the essence of Yakumo himself? it's dizzying, possessive, absolutely demanding.
his delicate skin tears so easily under those sharp teeth, blood lapped up so sweetly as the other chases his orgasm. Olivine finds himself absolutely lost to it, howling out all the louder as the taller man bites down again with his release.]
Ah—?! Wai—what—
[one cock bulges as the other fills him with cum, and his body shifts and jolts. there's something surprisingly familiar about the act, though these are much bigger than the ones he'd been dealing with.
oh, but there's no need to work at getting Olivine off. by the second or third orb, settling in his insides and gently pushing them open to bear their weight, he's already all but there.
Yakumo laps at his neck and rocks inside him still, and the eggs shift and settle—that's about all he can take. one arm is already around the taller man's shoulders, and the other joins it to tighten as his orgasm hits, an utter mess of hot, essence-filled spend splashing between them.]
Yaku-mo... haah... oh, God...
[he can feel it, he thinks. the eggs, settled in so deeply and bulging out his belly a little, just where he wants them. where they belong. a strange thought, but in this moment, with essence and pollen coursing through him and the gentle weight of his burden.]
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his delicate skin tears so easily under those sharp teeth, blood lapped up so sweetly as the other chases his orgasm. Olivine finds himself absolutely lost to it, howling out all the louder as the taller man bites down again with his release.]
Ah—?! Wai—what—
[one cock bulges as the other fills him with cum, and his body shifts and jolts. there's something surprisingly familiar about the act, though these are much bigger than the ones he'd been dealing with.
oh, but there's no need to work at getting Olivine off. by the second or third orb, settling in his insides and gently pushing them open to bear their weight, he's already all but there.
Yakumo laps at his neck and rocks inside him still, and the eggs shift and settle—that's about all he can take. one arm is already around the taller man's shoulders, and the other joins it to tighten as his orgasm hits, an utter mess of hot, essence-filled spend splashing between them.]
Yaku-mo... haah... oh, God...
[he can feel it, he thinks. the eggs, settled in so deeply and bulging out his belly a little, just where he wants them. where they belong. a strange thought, but in this moment, with essence and pollen coursing through him and the gentle weight of his burden.]