[A sultry whine ebbs from Augustine’s lips once he’s finally rewarded for his patience. He closes his eyes as he tilts his head back, his mind completely blank now that he’s been thoroughly speared upon Kaspar’s cock. He almost forgets to breathe as the blond plunders his mouth. As Kaspar’s tongue licks across his fangs, he can feel the talons upon his webbed wings claw into Kaspar’s back. He lets out a low guttural groan as he tries to position himself on Kaspar’s lap. It’s been awhile since he last shared a bed with anyone nevertheless had a throbbing cock up his ass. He tries in vain to regain his calm as Kaspar gazes at him through heavy-lidded eyes. Augustine stares back into those ethereal blue eyes with such want before suddenly claiming Kaspar’s lips once more. He sucks upon the blonde’s tongue like a lollipop, tasting him with a quiet hum.
He rakes his nails over Kaspar’s shoulders, trying to coax him to move. The dhampir pushes up from Kaspar’s erection, slowly setting the pace while being careful not to move too much. He doesn’t want to lose the delicious friction between. A quiet groan leaves his lips as he starts bouncing on Kaspar’s lap. Their skin slapped together in rhythm to Augustine’s panting. The pleasure builds and builds but it’s not enough. The dhampir tries to get Kaspar to move with little avail. It’s as if the stoic soldier is determined to drive him mad with his stillness, and it’s working.
Augustine hisses against Kaspar’s lips, a warning that his patience is wearing thin. He purposely brushes his sharp fangs against Kaspar’s bottom lip, undoubtedly drawing blood. While lapping at the blood, he continues to set the pace. He moves his hands off the blonde’s shoulder in favor of caressing his muscular chest. His fingers gingerly tweaking those perky pink nipples as they kiss.]
[ Kaspar returns that hum with a quieter one of his own, tongue captured and oversensitized enough that his cock twitches inside the other man. He doesn't seek to stop Augustine from setting a frustrating pace. He encourages it hungrily in his supportive hold in the place of his own stilled hips. There is something intoxicating about seeing the want for this, for him, in every groan and bounce on his lap.
Drawing blood has him gasping, grip stuttering. Both hands tighten, one tangled in hair and the other lovingly over the curve of his ass. He can taste it, the metallic tinge of blood that he shamelessly allows to smear whatever the vampire's tongue misses in the sloppy sensuality of the moment. Without warning he uses his leverage and the other's rhythm against him as he snaps his hips suddenly.
There is no lasting much longer for Kaspar once he shows how well his strength and physicality translates into the ability to fuck properly. Soft sounds, broken in time to his movements, tumble between them. His hips rough in the headiness of the moment but soft in the way his body was clearly paying attention to what angle, what thrust produces as much pleasure as he can. His body is also too flushed, too raw, and so in need of the physical affection, the release, and he aches for the pain of nails down his back, the ghost of throbbing over his neck. ]
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It’s a wonderful icon btw!
2023-01-16 03:49 (UTC)He rakes his nails over Kaspar’s shoulders, trying to coax him to move. The dhampir pushes up from Kaspar’s erection, slowly setting the pace while being careful not to move too much. He doesn’t want to lose the delicious friction between. A quiet groan leaves his lips as he starts bouncing on Kaspar’s lap. Their skin slapped together in rhythm to Augustine’s panting. The pleasure builds and builds but it’s not enough. The dhampir tries to get Kaspar to move with little avail. It’s as if the stoic soldier is determined to drive him mad with his stillness, and it’s working.
Augustine hisses against Kaspar’s lips, a warning that his patience is wearing thin. He purposely brushes his sharp fangs against Kaspar’s bottom lip, undoubtedly drawing blood. While lapping at the blood, he continues to set the pace. He moves his hands off the blonde’s shoulder in favor of caressing his muscular chest. His fingers gingerly tweaking those perky pink nipples as they kiss.]
tyty I just need to stop delaying tags for art i dont finish orz
2023-01-19 18:55 (UTC)Drawing blood has him gasping, grip stuttering. Both hands tighten, one tangled in hair and the other lovingly over the curve of his ass. He can taste it, the metallic tinge of blood that he shamelessly allows to smear whatever the vampire's tongue misses in the sloppy sensuality of the moment. Without warning he uses his leverage and the other's rhythm against him as he snaps his hips suddenly.
There is no lasting much longer for Kaspar once he shows how well his strength and physicality translates into the ability to fuck properly. Soft sounds, broken in time to his movements, tumble between them. His hips rough in the headiness of the moment but soft in the way his body was clearly paying attention to what angle, what thrust produces as much pleasure as he can. His body is also too flushed, too raw, and so in need of the physical affection, the release, and he aches for the pain of nails down his back, the ghost of throbbing over his neck. ]