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Date: 2019-05-24 05:25 pm (UTC)
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He feels dirty and abused. Azwel's weight on his pelvis and the rocking pushing him ever forward towards a climax. He could fight it, but there would be no stopping it.

Moaning lightly when Azwel takes his ear between his teeth. It's something he usually enjoyed, but now it felt tainted as he struggled against the influence of that musky smell.

He jumps slightly when he catches sight if that spindly arm. "What that?" Surprising himself with how breathless he was already getting. "That light..." his thoughts start to melt away as he stares into it. Finding it so hard to look away.

Now Vash slowly starts to squirm in his restraints. Unable to interact with what was happening to him. He couldn't kiss Azwel while he was doing those wonderful things to his ear. He couldn't even raise his hand to touch Azwel's soft hair. A frustrated whine escaping as he pushes his hips up into Azwel as the restraints will allow him. It being about the only thing he can do.
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