[ if anyone can, clorinde can—all she needs to do is ask.
not that tseng is thinking about a next time, right now. he can barely even think about anything except what's happening right in this moment: the intoxicating heat of her mouth, the look of affection in her eyes as she swallows him down again. tseng's teeth dig unconsciously into his lip, only to release on a breathless gasp as clorinde's tongue drags along the sensitive vein along the underside of his cock. he feels strung taut, every fiber of him straining with the conflicting desires to come and to never let this end.
in the end, it's the sound of her voice that does him in. the sound, a little muffled by his cock in her throat, and the vibration of it that ricochets through tseng's oversensitive nerves and leaves him panting, struggling against the urge to lift his hips up into her mouth. ]
Fuck, Clorinde—I'm—
[ and that's the warning she gets, all tseng is capable of before orgasm comes over him like a tidal wave. it sweeps through every inch of his body, outward from the tight knot of heat in the pit of his stomach, his cock twitching and throbbing in the moments before he spills into clorinde's mouth with a bitten-off curse and a low, emphatic moan. by some minor miracle he manages to keep his eyes open, although lidded, watching in awe as she swallows what she can. ]
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not that tseng is thinking about a next time, right now. he can barely even think about anything except what's happening right in this moment: the intoxicating heat of her mouth, the look of affection in her eyes as she swallows him down again. tseng's teeth dig unconsciously into his lip, only to release on a breathless gasp as clorinde's tongue drags along the sensitive vein along the underside of his cock. he feels strung taut, every fiber of him straining with the conflicting desires to come and to never let this end.
in the end, it's the sound of her voice that does him in. the sound, a little muffled by his cock in her throat, and the vibration of it that ricochets through tseng's oversensitive nerves and leaves him panting, struggling against the urge to lift his hips up into her mouth. ]
Fuck, Clorinde—I'm—
[ and that's the warning she gets, all tseng is capable of before orgasm comes over him like a tidal wave. it sweeps through every inch of his body, outward from the tight knot of heat in the pit of his stomach, his cock twitching and throbbing in the moments before he spills into clorinde's mouth with a bitten-off curse and a low, emphatic moan. by some minor miracle he manages to keep his eyes open, although lidded, watching in awe as she swallows what she can. ]