[Baptiste's neck strains, head pulling back as he cries out against the bombardment of sensation. The fingers in Basch's hair jerk sharply, pulling at the locks as the tension in his body causes his back to bow and stretch. The coarse surface of stone etches scrapes into his back - sending a fire over his skin that only stokes the desperate jolt of absolute and utter need that sparks in his gut. His mate's strong hold is bruising, crushing against his hip.
And the twitches of overstimulation and delight ripple under that latched grip. His insides clamping hard on a cock that strikes him in just the right spot. His other hand desperately scratches down Basch's back - leaving raised trails in their wake. His hand looks for purchase, only to slip and drag down again; decorating his mate's back as if he had been clawed.]
Oh-! Breed me. Yes, yes breed me! F-fuck--[A call that his rabbit's heart shouts, yet he'll look back on in hazy curiosity later. His eyes stay fixed to the man that pounds his cock into him, his tongue wetting his lips between shouts and pleas. A dusting of pink begins to crop up over his flesh, strands of hair pasted to his forehead as his first release nears-
... The realization of how close he's been drawn already comes as a shock. No hand stroking his own cock, that twitches and bounces against the force of just how he's been claimed. Yet precum leaks from its tip and down his shaft-
And he recognizes the unmistakable, tingling windup. Was he really just going to come like this?
His mind is answered in a yell and his own eyes becoming desperately unfocused. A wave of pleasure grasps every inch of Baptiste's consciousness to rob him of his wits. His own cum splattering violently onto his own abdomen. Baptiste's legs lock around Basch's hips desperately, teeth worrying into his bottom lip-
And all the while he finds himself wanting more. More. Even as an orgasm tears through his nerves as sends him begging for the other to fill him.]
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And the twitches of overstimulation and delight ripple under that latched grip. His insides clamping hard on a cock that strikes him in just the right spot. His other hand desperately scratches down Basch's back - leaving raised trails in their wake. His hand looks for purchase, only to slip and drag down again; decorating his mate's back as if he had been clawed.]
Oh-! Breed me. Yes, yes breed me! F-fuck--[A call that his rabbit's heart shouts, yet he'll look back on in hazy curiosity later. His eyes stay fixed to the man that pounds his cock into him, his tongue wetting his lips between shouts and pleas. A dusting of pink begins to crop up over his flesh, strands of hair pasted to his forehead as his first release nears-
... The realization of how close he's been drawn already comes as a shock. No hand stroking his own cock, that twitches and bounces against the force of just how he's been claimed. Yet precum leaks from its tip and down his shaft-
And he recognizes the unmistakable, tingling windup. Was he really just going to come like this?
His mind is answered in a yell and his own eyes becoming desperately unfocused. A wave of pleasure grasps every inch of Baptiste's consciousness to rob him of his wits. His own cum splattering violently onto his own abdomen. Baptiste's legs lock around Basch's hips desperately, teeth worrying into his bottom lip-
And all the while he finds himself wanting more. More. Even as an orgasm tears through his nerves as sends him begging for the other to fill him.]