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[ 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. ]

Mm, so punishment it is, then.

[ He says it so nonchalantly, too, purring as he rolls over for a moment to pull a bottle of lube out of his bedside drawer, slicking it on his fingers before they reach over to start circling Estinien's entrance. ]

Oh, and you're even already lifting your hips for me!

[ Felih absolutely knows it's just Estinien trying to get the pressure off his cock, but it's far more fun to tease him. Besides, Felih's feeling worked up and pent-up after today's mischief... and he wants some fun, too. ]

But if you're already going to pieces, I wonder if you'll even be able to handle this...

[ He says as he's already pushing two lubed fingers into his lover. ]

[ Estinien has been in Felih's apartment enough times to know the sound of that drawer. He turns his head, spying-- ] Gh.

Ahh, damn...ah!

[ The lube is slick and a little cool, and that first stroke causes a little to trail down his taint and over his too-hot balls. His voice breaks out, past his tight jaw, past his annoyance and his ire. ] You know...damn well...

HHH!

[ Oh, that push. Sinking, stretching, all while he hisses and gulps for air. The sensation is familiar, heady and good, but he is faced with the dizzying feeling of arousal without...without being aroused. His cock is still soft, his balls still tender and pulsing, and his whine is even a little confused, and certainly overwhelmed. ]

Ffhh, ngh...!

[ Felih's undaunted by the rather impotent display of ire, still purring away as he thrusts his fingers into his mate, spreading and twisting them to better spread the lube- though he does make sure to frequently curl and thrust against Estinien's prostate, so very curious to see what will happen. ]

I wonder if you can even cum, like this... a dry orgasm, or a clear one? I suppose I'll just be milking this for all it's worth, now, too. I suppose I shouldn't have neglected this spot in favor of your balls, hm~?

[ He gives it a few more pointed thrusts, before adding more lube and two more fingers, gently spreading and turning his fingers between thrusts. His other hand is busy stroking lube onto himself, his thick and throbbing Miqo'te cock twitching hard between his legs, still aching for a proper release, dripping with slick pre and flushed a deep, dark pink. ]

How...can I...

[ He stops to choke, his inner muscles giving a sweet little spasm during a moment when Felih's fingers are spread. From the ease with which his hole gives, it is clear that he has indulged in such fun quite a bit in Prisma. ]

How can anyone...come...!

[ But there is certainly something, especially when Felih's fingers grind against his prostate. His hips twitch, hard, the muscles clenching in thigh and ass, and from the tip of his soft cock comes a small droplet of clear liquid. ]

Hells-!

[ Felih is relentless, fingering him steadily in a firm, even rhythm, stretching and thrusting and making sure to keep his lover slicked. He doesn't shy away from striking his prostate, either, purring as he sees the first droplet of pre dripping out of his cock. ]

Who knows~? We'll find out. It can be a little experiment.

After all, this is punishment too~

[ Estinien has clearly been having more romps in Prisma, with how much easier it is to prepare him this time compared to their first tryst together. It makes things easier for him, and soon enough he can move up and mount the dragoon, the petite Miqo'te showing off a surprising amount of strength as he grips Estinien's hips and finally lets his thick, aching cock start to push into him.

He shudders and groans as he gives a long, steady push, burying himself balls-deep and letting his barbed cock throb and twitch inside his lover a moment, giving them both a moment to adjust.

He does lean down, though, nipping at Estinien's back as his own tail arches up over his back. ]

I won't be touching that lovely cock of yours this time, don't fret. I want to see just how much you can handle just this...

[ And with that, he starts to pump his hips, an easy rhythm for now. ]

GGhhh, ah...ahh...

[ Fury take himself and this man, he had almost forgotten just how weighty Felih's cock is, how wide and shockingly textured. He shouldn't have; he has seen it plenty. He saw it in the shower, in fact. And yet the feeling of it is shocking all over again, pulling rolling moans from between wet lips as both hands now bunch the sheets between shaking fingers. ]

S...o damn...big...

[ He swears, then whimpers, the pitch of his voice rising when Felih's settles fully into his body, his stretched hole fitting snugly around that huge, amazing cock--

Amazing.

He had...he had thought that, hadn't he? Amazing. The feeling of it, the heat, the sensation when Felih begins to move...and then, in the midst of that, a much higher whimper, a cry.

That pumping of Felih's hips, with his cock buried so deep, means that the Miqo'te's balls smack lightly into his own. ]

[ Felih often frets about his size. It's the reason he doesn't like being in this position- why he prefers to take rather than give. But his lover has told him to be proud, that he could bring him pleasure, and even now it makes Felih's cheeks go hot. So he keeps rolling his hips, angling himself to strike down at his prostate with each thrust, not trying in the slightest to keep his plump, heavy, swollen balls from striking Estinien's.

If anything, as he speeds up his hips bit by bit, it just intensifies the movement, the smacking growing more heavy as he starts properly driving and railing his cock into his mate. Tight and slick and hot, and with his sensitive lover still gripping around him so snugly, milking the thick, barbed shaft, he can't help but groan and growl, jolts of pleasure shooting right through him.

This is that blissful ecstasy he needed. Something to touch him, to milk him- something more physical than just the orgasm he'd had earlier from mental stimulation alone. And as he moves and thrusts and ruts, his cock jerks and twitches in his mate, spurting slick pre to add to the slide and heat inside him. ]

Haaahn- nngh- still so tight-

[ And it may just be that deep down...Estinien likes that about him.

He likes the size of him. He likes the sensation of being so split, so open, and for all that he swears and squirms and coughs out his gasps and his moans, he likes it yet more each and every time. His noises go from growls to whimpers, little by little, thrust by thrust, though now and then his voice pitches higher as sweet, sweet pain rolls through his overworked balls. Amazing.

Painful, wonderful, amazing. ]

Hgh, haa, ha, haa-!!

[ A particularly deep thrust, right against his prostate, makes his muscles clutch tightly around Felih's incredible cock. His whine is long, that time, drawn out, tight in his throat, and between his legs, his soft and hanging cock drips a string of hot, clear fluid onto the sheets.

An orgasm...? It is like one. His head lolls from it. He has had so many orgasms in the past bell that it feels almost like he is coming constantly, nerves buzzing, body so hot...

Almost on their own, his hips begin to roll back into Felih's. ]

[ Estinien's voice is giving away how he's succumbing to the pleasure, the bliss and pain mixed together, and it sends a shiver down Felih's spine. Those wonderful whimpers and moans, those overwhelmed cries, they tell him that he's doing right by his mate and giving him all the attention he deserves.

And that squeeze around his aching cock makes his hips jerk and lose rhythm for a moment, another spurt of hot pre spilling out of him as his cock jerks and flexes in his mate, before he speeds up. Faster, rougher, driving down against his prostate over and over as he growls and bites down at Estinien's back. The dragoon's hips are moving to meet his, and that's all the encouragement Felih needs to keep rocking.

So he finally reaches that pace he wants, rough and fast and heavy, primal and wanting to drive his mate to new heights, and trying to chase an orgasm of his own. He can feel his own balls starting to pulse, occasionally squeezing against his body as the heat of his climax builds and builds. ]

Nnngh- moving wi' me, now? Good boy. Aaaahnn...! Behaving... Just take it, feel it- don't have to think. Just take...

[ His voice is half-growl, half-moan as he keeps ramming down into his mate, a grip firm on his hips- though at this rate, Felih might end up pounding Estinien's hips back down flush against the mattress, with how much power the dancer has in those hips and legs of his.

He wants to cum so badly, but he won't let himself. Not yet, not yet-! ]

[ He doesn't have to think.

He doesn't have to think at all. Just...just move-- ]

MM, M-MM!

[ And indeed, his thoughts scatter, lost once more to hot winds when Felih's heavy pounding becomes strong enough to crush him against the surface of the mattress. In so doing, his tender cock and swollen balls are wedged between sheet and the battering of Felih's heavy testicles. He does not scream, but it is close, so incredibly close, a shocked, overwhelmed sound that cuts off into his tight and repeated gasping. ]

Hh, hhh, ha...!!

[ The hungry and desperate swaying of his own hips just makes him feel it again and again, the press, the crushing of his tender genitals over and over, and he is...coming? Gods, he is, he is coming, twitching from hip to knee, clear fluid oozing from his soft cock as his muscles spasm wildly around Felih's heavy dick. Were he lucid in that moment, he would swear that his prostate spasms, too, as it drives the pre-turned-ejaculate out of his maddeningly oversensitive slit in agonizing little bursts.

Sticky wetness clings to his thighs, to his dick and his sack, turning his recently cleaned skin shiny and dirty all over again. ]

[ When Estinien orgasms, Felih can feel it, the clench and squeeze of his body around his aching cock. He's already so close to orgasm, so pent-up and neglected and needy, and now he can finally give himself release. He moans and gasps, shuddering as his hips take on a more erratic pace, rutting into Estinien throughout the entirety of his orgasm- all while he feels his own cock swelling further, the barbs flaring and swelling in preparation for his rising climax.

He keeps pounding his hips, driving Estinien's down against the bed, and then he finally stills after one final slam, his barbed cock now lodged inside his mate and jerking as he spurts jet after jet of thick white seed into his lover.

Felih's dizzy and panting as he waits out his orgasm, cock throbbing in time with the hammering of his heart, spurting more and more seed into his mate as he goes weak and slides down to rest atop his back, his purring even louder than before. It's hard to think for now, and he just takes the time to bask in the bliss of it, of sweet release...

...and the smug satisfaction of having fucked Estinien Wyrmblood absolutely senseless and boneless.

Breathless laughs against the skin of Estinien's back. ]

Hahh...ahah.... nn.... good boy. You did manage to cum, after all...

Ohh... hells.

Mm, I'll have to clean us both up again...

[ He's still purring though. A wet washcloth and some conjury will be an easy enough fix- besides, after this, he doesn't think Estinien will be able to stand at all, let alone walk.

Those purrs are more smug than ever. ]

[ This time...

This time, Estinien is left utterly insensate. Barbs press all along the inside of his ass, into twitching muscles and his spasming prostate, and Felih's hefty balls sit heavy atop his own, hot, seeming to quiver themselves with each and every heavy spurt of cum into his body. He feels the bulging of it, the fullness of it, their bodies locked so tightly that not a drop of spunk escapes him, instead gathering hotly deep, deep in his body.

It feels--

Good. It feels so good.

He is melting. Drifting. He has lost all his strength, spent up all his energy right along with his ejaculate. He has fallen onto the mattress, his cheek resting against the sweat-soaked comforter. His lips are wet. His eyes are wet, too. His heart is still racing in his chest, his blood still thrumming hotly, but his muscles are finished. His limbs. He is splayed out, panting, his hair sticking to his forehead and to his temples, and in his head is only the awareness of how satisfying it all is. How wonderful. How much he had wanted this, even if had not been a wholly conscious want. ]

Nn...

Hn...hn...

[ No words, not this time. He has been fucked senseless and it is going to be quite a while before he can manage words again.

Perhaps Felih will know what this means for him, for the both of them. There are very, very few people he would allow to reduce him to this. There are very few people he would trust with this.

But he does trust him, and does not have to think at all. ]

[ It takes time for Felih to come back to his senses, but when he finally does, he very slowly, gently, pulls out. He has to wait until his cock softens more, to avoid pushing Estinien even further over the edge, but once he has, he makes sure to pull out and gently roll his mate over.

Purring, trailing soft kisses along his shoulder and neck and jaw, even pressing a few soft ones to his lips before he makes himself stand up. A minute away and he's returned, cleaned up and dry, along with a washcloth for Estinien. He wipes him down, gently, carefully, his touch as light as can be over his cock and balls, over his ass, making sure to tidy up every drop of their mess and leave his lover cleaned up. Another cloth to help wipe away the sweat, and a bit of careful maneuvering changes the duvet to a clean one.

Felih, all the while, is very attentive, very gentle with his every movement. He nuzzles at Estinien's cheek now and then, still purring, just making sure his lover is still alright, before he goes again only to return with a nozzled water bottle to tip onto Estinien's lips. ]

Can you drink, darling? You're tired, I know.

Drink some water, and then you can rest...

[ Can he even think...?

For a time, that seems not to be so. There is no resistance at all as Felih moves away, and then returns, and then cleans the lewd remains of their wild lovemaking from his body. Other than shivering and a very soft whimper, he makes no complaints, allowing Felih to wipe his dirty, obscenely swollen balls and his soft cock, and then the hole where still-hot cum continues to leak slowly.

He moves when encouraged to move. Rolling with Felih's motions, lifting up the littlest bit, welcoming the fresh coverings and the soft comfort they bring. His eyes are closed throughout, but he hears - and feels - the purring.

At last when Felih speaks to him directly, his lids lift slightly. ]

Mm.

[ He drinks. He is...very thirsty.

He is also going to be very thirsty when he next wakes. ]

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