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[ Being caressed so soon after releasing has a decided effect upon him: he whines. He clenches his teeth and tries to bury his whimper as his head presses back and his hips squirm. He has softened...a little. When Felih licks at him and teases his head, he softens no more than that. ]

I already...said...

[ A growl. Another whine. A hand finds its way into Felih's wet hair, clutching there. ]

I am not cute. And if you call me that again I will...

[ Probably not do anything, because he desperately loves Felih's mouth. ]

[ Estinien is absolutely adorable. Such cute noises he makes, and the way he squirms! He gets so red all over, and his body is so much more honest than his mouth. Felih only shivers when Estinien grips his hair, and his eyes just keep glinting with smug mischief, his purring still loud and proud as his mouth moves back down to keep lavishing his balls with attention. ]

You'll what~? I don't think you really want me to move from here, darling...

[ Followed immediately by Felih mouthing at him and sucking at the plump orbs, rough tongue dragging over the smooth, sensitive skin. ]

So, so cute! This is your biggest weak spot, hm? I wonder how many times I can force you to cum....

[ The fact that Felih is completely right makes it even worse, and his rightness is proven over and over again by Estinien's helpless squirming. Perhaps he had intended to tug a little to urge Felih off his testicles...but that does not happen. He only holds, his fingers trembling, and another whimper escapes him. ]

Nnn, nnnhh...!

[ Hard again. Hard again, just like that, one knee bent far enough back that he can brace his heel against the edge of the bench, fully exposing balls and taint to the other man.

He doesn't want him to move from there; he doesn't want him to stop.

But he is concerned about how honest he is becoming because of it. ]

[ Felih just keeps purring away, more and more smug with each passing moment. It's so fun, so thrilling, to have the dragoon going to pieces at his touch, to be able to bring a man so powerful to such a debauched mess. He keeps mouthing and sucking at his balls, licking and massaging with his lips, sometimes teasing with light nibbles over the swollen orbs, spoiling the man rotten with touch. His hand keeps a slow, agonizing pace on his cock, stroking it firmly and tightly- but letting his mouth do most of the work, his balls getting the most of the stimulation.

Estinien's already hard in his hand, so very quickly, and Felih can't help but purr louder against his balls, wanting to add as much stimulation as he can. ]

So, so cute... you're begging me with your body, don't you see~? Don't worry, I'll keep spoiling these until you're cumming dry...

[ He is, isn't he...?

Not with voice, because between the whimpers are quick and incensed growls, his pride endlessly stinging, but oh, his body does beg. His hips do sway. His toes do curl. His cock strains to full hardness, growing darker and darker again, darker than before considering it had already been so swollen, though that is nothing compared to the slick, bright flush of his balls. Smooth, puffed and tight, fully red, and he can feel every vibration, every textured sweep, his nerves so inflamed that-- ]

Ahh, hha-!!

[ There, again. He comes again. His balls quiver against Felih's mouth and he is hit with a second orgasm incredibly soon after the first. As he slumps once again against the shower wall, it occurs to his hazy mind that Felih's promises are very likely to come true.

He will come again. He will come again and again until there is nothing left for him to spill. ]

[ Felih doesn't let up for a moment. He keeps his ministrations up, firm and determined, even through Estinien's orgasm. He watches through lust-clouded eyes, the heated gaze so eagerly soaking up Estinien's expressions, or how his lovely cock just gets so red and thick and hard, how it twitches and spills yet another mess of seed. It's so very satisfying, having this power, and it makes his own cock ache between his thighs.

He doesn't stop even once Estinien slumps against the shower. He meant every word, and even now he keeps murmuring teases against his skin. ]

So, so cute~ Good boy. Just keep cumming. Look how eager your cock is~

[ His thumb strokes and rubs firmly, back and forth, over the slit at the tip of him. ]

And it's still so energetic. I'll keep milking this for now... and I'll do all the work, so all you have to do is keep cumming. A nice reward for being so patient, hm?

[ It's more like pleasure torture. Felih wants to see how far he can push the dragoon, how much it takes to overstimulate him and bring him to pieces. ]

Kh...kh, Fel...!!

[ Oh, his slit is so sensitive. After coming twice, it feels intensely hot and intensely tender, and Felih's fingers only bring that feeling to the fore. He whines high in his throat, choking on the other man's name, still riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm when the next one begins to build. He is energetic indeed; he has actually gained stamina since arriving in Prismatica. He barely softens at all, only flushing darker, leaking, his shoulders pressing back hard against the shower wall. ]

Fe...lih...!

[ The hand not in Felih's hair fumbles, then ends up pressing against the wall, too, so he can balance and shake his hips and beg for more, if not with his voice, then certainly with his body.

His head swims, but that's fine.

It's fine, because he wants to come again. He wants Felih to stroke him and lick him. He wants his balls to pulse and his cock to ache. How long can he actually keep this up...?

He doesn't know. Perhaps a long time. ]

[ Felih is quick to pick up on just how sensitive the slit is, and he purrs louder still against his balls as his thumb keeps rubbing firmly, back and forth, over that slit. He's still stroking the shaft with his other hand, while his mouth stays busy lavishing attention on those swollen, plump balls, watching in lustful delight as Estinien just keeps going red and writhing against the bench, the wall, body glistening with the hot water, hips shaking... ]

Good boy~ That's it. You're shaking your hips even more now~ Just keep cumming. I'll get every drop out of you...

[ And he will. At some point- though he won't admit it- Felih cums just from the thrill of it, of getting his mate to go to pieces, to make Estinien lose all composure and fall apart. He doesn't stop- he'll let the shower keep running, hot and steaming, as long as it takes until he's certain his lover is milked dry. After all, the man deserves a bit of pampering and spoiling once in a while- why not break him with pleasure? ]

[ He does break with pleasure eventually.

Oh, it takes time. Estinien has plenty of cum to give and plenty of stamina to use up. He has plenty of more cries to let loose from his wetted lips and plenty more moments when he arches his hips and shakes them for more, and more again, and again.

He isn't even fully aware of when it is that he has spent every drop of cum that he had had saved; he is barely aware of anything at all, save for how he twitches and his tender, tender balls ache from the act of breathing or moving in even the slightest bit. When he slumps for the last time, he whimpers openly, another sliver of sensation moving through him merely because his testicles brushed against his thigh. ]

Nn....nnh...

Hh...

[ His thoughts are tantamount to static, warm and largely blank. ]

[ When Felih has finally succeeded in driving Estinien to a dry orgasm, he feels so very smug, pride and delight thrilling in his chest at the way Estinien has completely gone to pieces, whimpering and overstimulated and sensitive. He can't resist giving those swollen, darkly-flushed balls another few kisses and licks, before lapping at his tip to clean up any last droplets of seed that the shower has missed. ]

Good boy~ Look at you now. All spent and pretty and weak... ah, can you even still hear me, I wonder...?

[ He wraps his lips around the head of his cock and suckles hard at it a few times, just to give the man another jolt of stimulation. ]

MMM!!

[ Perhaps...?

He can certainly still feel him, because he bucks and whimpers loudly, eyes screwing shut, his hips lifting and his whole body trembling. He has a moment of clarity, if only so he can helplessly grasp Felih's hair and shoulder, his expression crumpling into helpless pleasure and strain. His cock and his balls are so tender as to be painful, delight and aching sparking through his overworked nerves at the same time.

He can come no longer, and yet he still feels so much. ]

[ Felih laughs breathlessly as he pulls off of his lover's cock with a pop, purring away as he looks at his work, his mate's body so sensitive and overwhelmed. He takes a few moments to rinse himself clean, and gently clean off his mate, before he turns off the shower and stands, stretching as he uses conjury to dry himself off.

All the water wicked off himself is tossed to the drain, leaving him dry and fluffy- and soon he does the same to Estinien, leaving his locks silky and dry, body dried without need for a towel. (Though Felih had considered drying him off with one just to tease his poor balls more, but perhaps he shouldn't break the dragoon just yet.) ]

So sensitive~ You're so fun to play with, darling...

[ Still purring away, he leans in and kisses along his jaw, stealing a peck from his lips at the end, and then hums. ]

Can you stand, Estinien~?

Edited 2020-07-14 18:38 (UTC)

N-Nn...

[ The sudden dryness is always startling. Even though Felih has done it before, it is still abrupt enough that it jars him out of his fugue, at least a little bit. He is still hot, but he is also dry, including the white hair on his head, and panting, he looks up at Felih and focuses on him. ]

You...

You...cheeky...

[ He shifts just a little, then swallows a soft whimper. ]

I can stand.

[ But he is going to feel every single step in his cock and especially in his balls. ]

[ That smug smile stays on Felih's lips as Estinien tries to scold him, and he watches pridefully as his mate whimpers. Estinien is hardly in any state to be reprimanding him, it looks like, and that's rather delightful. And he didn't even need to use anything besides his mouth and a hand~! ]

If you say so, darling~

[ He's strutting away so happily, body bare and shameless about it, hips and tail swinging as he goes- though he looks over his shoulder, waiting for him. ]

Come on, then.

[ That...smug...wiggling...arse.

A little of Estinien's sense is returning, enough for his face to flush for reasons other than his own overwhelming pleasure and multiple orgasms. He can feel his neck burning as he wobbles to his feet. Then caaaaarefully eases out of the shower. And then hisses and grabs on to the sink as his balls bump against his thigh. ]

Hellfire...!

[ So, so sensitive. He has to take wide steps to follow Felih, his hips quivering the whole while. ]

You wipe that...smug...smirk...off your blasted face--

Darling, I don't think you're in any place to tell me what to do. You certainly can't make me, not in that state.

[ Oh, so, so very smug. Purring and looking like the cat that got the cream- literally, in this case, considering he'd swallowed a couple of Estinien's orgasms. He's having so much fun watching Estinien struggle to walk, watching how even the slightest brush of his balls or cock against his thighs makes him collapse like that, weak and trembling. ]

You're so cute like this~ Who knew you'd be so fun to rile up and milk dry?

[ His hands move from sink to wall, keeping himself upright as he takes ginger step after ginger step, twitching now and then as balls and cock swing and brush against his legs. He does make decent headway towards Felih, but of course, he is moving slowly enough that Felih can easily dance away.

Estinien isn't sure where he's going. A bed? He cannot sit down. He knows that much. ]

Just because I am...indisposed...at this time, does not mean I will be later...

[ A threat somewhat lessened by his soft panting. ]

[ Felih easily finds his way to bed and curls up, purring and getting comfortable on the bed, happily watching Estinien limp his way along so gingerly. ]

Then I'll worry about that later. For now, I'll enjoy the view~

Are you coming to rest? Hm, can't walk, can't sit... even standing will be tedious in time.

[ Oh, if there was something within reach for him to throw...

There is not. Estinien can only follow, leaning against one wall, his hand sliding along as he gingerly makes his way down the hall. By the time he reaches the bedroom, Felih is already stretched out upon the mattress, still looking so utterly smug.

Estinien wobbles up, flops forward, palms upon the street, then climbs up...only to hiss and roll on his side as the tip of his dick touches the sheet. As he swears, he picks up a pillow and smacks Felih with it. ]

You are a shite.

[ Estinien's attempt to make his ire known just makes Felih laugh louder, carefree and thrilled, his fluffy tail wiggling over the sheets in his smug delight. ]

Ah-ah-ah! If you keep acting up, I'll punish you. After all, I know exactly what to do to make you collapse...

[ Estinien picks up the pillow.

And smacks Felih again.

He does this because he is currently laying facedown in bed, his thighs parted enough to remove any pressure from his poor, poor balls, his dick twinging where it rests upon the sheet. As far as he's concerned, Felih deserves every single smack for the indignity that he has laid upon him this day. ]

You are a cheeky shite.

[ Felih just laughs and grins, showing off sharp teeth, before crafty fingers quickly slip between Estinien's spread thighs and finds his balls, pressing and rubbing into the back of them, and along his perineum, all while Felih's tail sways snugly behind him. ]

What did I just say, darling~? Behave~

I can hear you grinnNN!!

[ To say Estinien jumps from that is an understatement. His whole lower body picks up, abruptly reminded of the sensitivity all over again, and one arm flails backward to attempt to smack at Felih's wicked hand. This does little to help the sensation of being so teased in so tender a spot and just as quickly as he jumped, he squirms, biting his lower lip. ]

Nnn...

[ Felih keeps purring as he watches Estinien squirm, his own cock admittedly twitching at the fun view. His tail keeps wiggling, and his fingers start tracking feather-light patterns over the back of his balls. ]

It's not as if I'm trying to keep my grin secret, darling.

Are you gonna behave~?

Fe...lih...!!

[ His moan-growl says he is not inclined to behave, though he is not coordinated enough to do more than fumble back with one hand and pull at the sheets with the other. His squirming only causes his dick to grind against the sheet, which is almost as bad as Felih's dancing fingers, and so he presses with his knees, lifting up enough to relieve the pressure. ]

No-!

[ He is not going to behave, because he is contrary. ]

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