His thoughts have gone--he doesn't even have the focus to moan, all he can do is move, his breath coming loud and fast, and it's perfect, the sensations are perfect, this oblivion is perfect...
And when Vash hits his climax the tightening around him and the nails drawing little spots of blood powerfully yanks Azwel along with him. His own climax hits him convulsively, whites out his sight, sends thick, hot seed shooting deep and hard into Vash, tears a gutteral shout from him. His mind tumbles helplessly away into it, and he loses consciousness for a moment.
But he loves it. And as he rides it out his breath comes in sobbing gasps, tears of overstimulation squeezing from his eyes. He pulls Vash close, shaky, incoherent sounds in his throat, kissing him fiercely.
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Date: 2019-06-12 01:55 am (UTC)And when Vash hits his climax the tightening around him and the nails drawing little spots of blood powerfully yanks Azwel along with him. His own climax hits him convulsively, whites out his sight, sends thick, hot seed shooting deep and hard into Vash, tears a gutteral shout from him. His mind tumbles helplessly away into it, and he loses consciousness for a moment.
But he loves it. And as he rides it out his breath comes in sobbing gasps, tears of overstimulation squeezing from his eyes. He pulls Vash close, shaky, incoherent sounds in his throat, kissing him fiercely.