[ Sylvain can only breath out a string of curses - maybe mingled with Tighnari’s name (or a choked off version of it) when the man somehow tightens even farther around him, clenching down so tightly that Sylvain swears he sees stars. Buried tight and caught there, he can only ride through it, his cock spilling in the most drawn-out orgasm he’s ever experienced, all of it more intense than he possibly could have imagined.
He loses track of time. It might have been moments or minutes or far longer, before is body slumps over Tighnari’s and he’s left panting raggedly for air against the other man’s throat. That scent is still thick here, but his head is spinning, body shuddering, and he can’t bring himself to care at the moment. He feels too good, even while Tighnari’s body still clenches all too tight around him. He still can’t move.
And he’s pretty sure he has a tail tangling with Tighnari’s, but that’s even weirder to think about so he’s trying not to. ]
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He loses track of time. It might have been moments or minutes or far longer, before is body slumps over Tighnari’s and he’s left panting raggedly for air against the other man’s throat. That scent is still thick here, but his head is spinning, body shuddering, and he can’t bring himself to care at the moment. He feels too good, even while Tighnari’s body still clenches all too tight around him. He still can’t move.
And he’s pretty sure he has a tail tangling with Tighnari’s, but that’s even weirder to think about so he’s trying not to. ]
Fuck. That was…