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[ 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. ]

[ Felih keeps purring all the while. He admits that his cheeks burn when he sees just how much he's filled his lover- it takes some time before he's cleaned up properly, with how messy Felih's orgasms often are. Still, he does succeed in cleaning everything up, happy to see Estinien is at least faintly coming back to his senses.

At least enough to drink the water. His tail sways behind him, still admittedly smug about just how many times he made the man cum, but he also knows he may have dehydrated the poor dragoon. Ah well, he has plenty of water. It won't be a problem.

He lets Estinien drink his fill, before purring and nuzzling at his cheek again, curling up beside him and draping that long, fluffy tail over his mate. ]

Need anything, darling?

[ His gaze is soft. Estinien is charming and cute when he's this vulnerable. ]

[ The tail is nice. He has always cared for that tail. Even with most of his body supine, he still has it in him to shift his hand and rest it upon the silky fur that rests across his middle.

His very tired voice is a little...dry.

And not just because of the dehydration. ]

Soothing ointment for my balls.

[ Which are.

So tender.

He is not getting out of his apartment any time soon. ]

[ Felih is just as content to have his tail touched, trusting Estinien to do so. He's terribly fussy about his tail, and protective of it to boot- but the dragoon is one of the folk he would happily allow to touch it.

Estinien's request makes him laugh a little, though, another wave of smug delight making him purr again as he nuzzles along Estinien's neck. ]

Mm, I'm not sure if there's such a thing~ But I can try to concoct some. A cooling, hydrating gel ought to do...

[ He's still playful as ever, finding it in him to still nip and nibble at Estinien's ears. ]

See that you do.

[ Because he would very much like to utilize it.

However, he does not seem inclined to allow Felih to go and do so, as the moment he comes close, his flips his other arm around his shoulders and holds him near. The little touches, the nips and the playfulness...they rouse in him not another surge of desire - that is not possible at this time, all things considered - but of...fondness?

A hand settles in Felih's hair. Slowly, his fingers massage at the base of one ear. ]

[ Felih is a little surprised, but nonetheless thrilled when Estinien wraps an arm around him. Felih soaks up affection like a sponge, after all, ever-hungry for touch and love, and the rubbing at the base of his ear makes him purr louder and melt against his lover.

He feels that warm glow again. Pride, relief, affection... knowing he was able to pleasure his lover so. He nuzzles against the dragoon's chest while he melts and cuddles, and eventually scoots up to steal a few soft kisses from the man.

All the while, his cheeks burn, his fluffy tail aquiver. ]

...I'm glad you're here.

[ Those soft kisses, he returns. His affection is quieter, more drawn-out, and more than a little sleepy, but it is no less sincere than Felih's own. ]

I am glad...for the same.

[ A thumb brushes lower, over the rise of Felih's cheek. ]

I am glad that you are here.

[ No matter how cheeky or troublesome the man may be. ]

[ The returned affection makes Felih melt, and he just turns into a purring puddle against the dragoon, cuddling up and leaning happily into the gentle brush of his cheek. His heart feels warm, affection welling up in his chest, and he nuzzles against Estinien's chest and lets himself start to drift off.

He's so smitten. He feels so safe and comfortable beside this man...

They're clean and dry now, and he can get to work making the salve later. For now, he just wants to nap and cuddle, bask in Estinien's presence, and enjoy the afterglow. ]

I'll... take care of you. Tomorrow, I mean... or always, really.

We may not have always.

[ Not in this place. Perhaps not on their own worlds, which might be disparate from one another. But tomorrow...?

There is still tomorrow. ]

I will stay here tonight.

[ And not just because he is not going to be walking for a while. ]

[ The reminder makes Felih's ears droop and his purr falter, but he nods quietly. Estinien will stay tonight. And Felih will content himself with it. This indulgence, these little trysts- Felih still isn't sure what to make of them. Are they merely casual romps, or could there be a chance they're forging something a little deeper?

Felih tries not to think too hard on it. This Estinien isn't "his." He shouldn't set himself up for heartbreak. ]

Sleep well, darling.

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