"Mmmmm, that's normal," Azwel murmurs breathlessly against Felih's skin. "It's the collection phase."
Oh, but words flee as he feels that slick, tight heat around him. He moans throatily. "Gods, you feel so good," he breathes almost incoherently. His hips roll, moving his body against Felih's as his lips roam wetly over the other's neck. Presently he starts a rhythm, slow and deep.
He regains a little cogency, curving his spine and bracing his hands above Felih's head, grasping the cushion. His hips roll, lifting Felih's with every graceful thrust, searching for any sensitive spots he might have. For a moment he looks down at the other as he moves, his gaze warm and a trifle unfocussed with pleasure.
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Date: 2019-05-25 05:23 am (UTC)Oh, but words flee as he feels that slick, tight heat around him. He moans throatily. "Gods, you feel so good," he breathes almost incoherently. His hips roll, moving his body against Felih's as his lips roam wetly over the other's neck. Presently he starts a rhythm, slow and deep.
He regains a little cogency, curving his spine and bracing his hands above Felih's head, grasping the cushion. His hips roll, lifting Felih's with every graceful thrust, searching for any sensitive spots he might have. For a moment he looks down at the other as he moves, his gaze warm and a trifle unfocussed with pleasure.