If only because it’s so much, so fast. He can feel that tension building, is vaguely aware of it in the back of his mind, even as he’s lost to the building heat, the need, the desperate hunger. Those fingers around his cock have a garbled scream vibrating around the tentacle deep in his throat now, the sound raw and muffled as his body arches, the stimulation too much…
And then Basch is spilling with a cry and that seed pours into each of his holes. Deep inside him with a thick, pulsing heat that almost makes his stomach cramp with how full and fast he’s filled. It spills down his throat too, and he swallows desperately, trying to take every drop, even when some part of him knows that it’s too much. That thick sweetness on his tongue even more intoxicating now as it pours inside of him from both ends.
And the rest, it splashes and coats his skin, despite the fact that they’re underwater. it has no effect and Sylvain feels the tingling heat of it as it coats his limbs, his chest, his stomach. It drips down onto his cock, making the skin there even more sensitive, just like the slickness earlier had.
It’s too much. Oversensitive and overstimulated, he can only tremble as his body bucks, arches… and then spills messily over Basch’s fingers, cock pulsing with the force of his orgasm as he spills and spills. His cries are muffled around the tentacle still in his throat and his entire body shakes with the force of his pleasure.
Only to, yes, go limp in the other man’s grip in the aftermath, utterly spent and dazed and breathless. Too wrung out by the intensity of his pleasure to even be able to focus on anything beyond that. Nothing else was important, and his body all but hummed from the pleasure, trembling still as his cock still jolted with the aftershocks of that pleasure. ]
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If only because it’s so much, so fast. He can feel that tension building, is vaguely aware of it in the back of his mind, even as he’s lost to the building heat, the need, the desperate hunger. Those fingers around his cock have a garbled scream vibrating around the tentacle deep in his throat now, the sound raw and muffled as his body arches, the stimulation too much…
And then Basch is spilling with a cry and that seed pours into each of his holes. Deep inside him with a thick, pulsing heat that almost makes his stomach cramp with how full and fast he’s filled. It spills down his throat too, and he swallows desperately, trying to take every drop, even when some part of him knows that it’s too much. That thick sweetness on his tongue even more intoxicating now as it pours inside of him from both ends.
And the rest, it splashes and coats his skin, despite the fact that they’re underwater. it has no effect and Sylvain feels the tingling heat of it as it coats his limbs, his chest, his stomach. It drips down onto his cock, making the skin there even more sensitive, just like the slickness earlier had.
It’s too much. Oversensitive and overstimulated, he can only tremble as his body bucks, arches… and then spills messily over Basch’s fingers, cock pulsing with the force of his orgasm as he spills and spills. His cries are muffled around the tentacle still in his throat and his entire body shakes with the force of his pleasure.
Only to, yes, go limp in the other man’s grip in the aftermath, utterly spent and dazed and breathless. Too wrung out by the intensity of his pleasure to even be able to focus on anything beyond that. Nothing else was important, and his body all but hummed from the pleasure, trembling still as his cock still jolted with the aftershocks of that pleasure. ]