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Azwel

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Date: 2020-07-13 03:11 am (UTC)
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Between the two of them they're filling the room with white light; with lazily floating spheres of energy like soap bubbles; with, as they'll find out later, random puddles of water, as though the walls had been sweating. Truth be told, people could feel the magick radiating and instinctively steered away without realising it. All the better, really.

Azwel's breath comes in heavy gasps, now, the sweet fire coursing through him almost too much to bear. Everything he feels, everything he is pulls inward, gathering itself as his climax winds itself around his spine, slides its hot tendrils up from his root to his brain, whiting out his sight, sending his consciousness tumbling away.

It pulls back into him and swells. Trembles. Bursts. His hips buck wildly, violently, a strangled cry leaves him. When his release shoots into Carden it flows into the younger man's nerves, setting them alight just as it sets Azwel's own alight, and pours into their joined magick, filling their souls.

He might have passed out for a moment.

When he regains his senses he's panting, riding out the aftershocks, his face buried against Carden's hair. He gives a purring moan, still floating in the orgasmic high.
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