The moment Vash starts to ride him harder Azwel gasps, arching against him again for a moment, before a loud moan of ecstasy leaves him. Those grinding hips, the fingernails clawing his skin--his consciousness is spiralling into a phrenzy of perfect motion, of mindless sensation.
Yes. Hard. Hard... He grasps Vash's hips, pulling them harder against him even as he moves up to meet him as he comes down. They grind so hard he'll walk away bruised, but he doesn't care. What started out gentle had so quickly worked itself into a deep, primal, animal craving. His moans turn to hoarse cries, throaty with abandon. His own fingernails dig into Vash's skin. His head drops back as those throaty cries grow louder.
It's so powerful, so all-consuming, this overwhelming id, clutching and violent, overloading his senses in all the right ways, that the lines in his skin start to glow ever so faintly, something they haven't done for months. He can feel the intense climax building up in him... he has to chase that sensation, he has to, he'll go mad if he doesn't....
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Date: 2019-06-11 02:21 pm (UTC)Yes. Hard. Hard... He grasps Vash's hips, pulling them harder against him even as he moves up to meet him as he comes down. They grind so hard he'll walk away bruised, but he doesn't care. What started out gentle had so quickly worked itself into a deep, primal, animal craving. His moans turn to hoarse cries, throaty with abandon. His own fingernails dig into Vash's skin. His head drops back as those throaty cries grow louder.
It's so powerful, so all-consuming, this overwhelming id, clutching and violent, overloading his senses in all the right ways, that the lines in his skin start to glow ever so faintly, something they haven't done for months. He can feel the intense climax building up in him... he has to chase that sensation, he has to, he'll go mad if he doesn't....